Well, after my month or so of eavesdropping I'm finally introducing myself. Not often I jump into the computer conversations (Dostoyevsky forum is fun to read every now and again, as was Henry Miller Library forum), but gotta say you guys keep it interesting for the most part, so really "my introduction" was induced more by wanting to say thank you than anything else.
I'm one of the lucky ones...found Buk on my own, without any "hipster or wanna-be" telling me how cool he is. Was living what I thought was the writers life (failed miserably) down south in small cities in Alabama, Lousiana, Texas, and North Carolina (If you're gonna be poor - self imposed or not - down south really ain't a bad place to do it). By and by got sick of it (being poor) so I decided to become good at something. Never stopped reading of course, but did stop believeing in..... literature... (vague statement, I know).
Anyway, life has found me in Barcelona doing the thing I supposedly became good at: baking bread, and man, I gotta tell you, ain't no joke over here. I'm working my fingers to the bone.
About a month or so ago a freind gives me a parallel text of Bukowski's to help me with my castellano: lo mas importante es saber atravesar el fuego/ what matters most is how well you walk through the fire.
Just gave my boss a two month notice on my job.
I'm too old to infer that Bukowsi (or any other poet) would make me quit anything, but hell if I'm gonna go to work 6 nights a week at the same time this city wakes up.
....It's 8 am and I've just had 3 Voll Damm's (that's english for 5.9%)....
I'm one of the lucky ones...found Buk on my own, without any "hipster or wanna-be" telling me how cool he is. Was living what I thought was the writers life (failed miserably) down south in small cities in Alabama, Lousiana, Texas, and North Carolina (If you're gonna be poor - self imposed or not - down south really ain't a bad place to do it). By and by got sick of it (being poor) so I decided to become good at something. Never stopped reading of course, but did stop believeing in..... literature... (vague statement, I know).
Anyway, life has found me in Barcelona doing the thing I supposedly became good at: baking bread, and man, I gotta tell you, ain't no joke over here. I'm working my fingers to the bone.
About a month or so ago a freind gives me a parallel text of Bukowski's to help me with my castellano: lo mas importante es saber atravesar el fuego/ what matters most is how well you walk through the fire.
Just gave my boss a two month notice on my job.
I'm too old to infer that Bukowsi (or any other poet) would make me quit anything, but hell if I'm gonna go to work 6 nights a week at the same time this city wakes up.
....It's 8 am and I've just had 3 Voll Damm's (that's english for 5.9%)....
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