Charles Bukowski – “one thirty-six a.m.”
I laugh sometimes when I think about
say
Céline at a typewriter
or Dostoevsky…
or Hamsun…
ordinary men with feet, ears, eyes,
ordinary men with hair on their heads
sitting there typing words
while having difficulties with life
while being puzzled almost to madness. Read the rest of this entry »
The Beat Patrol 