Greetings all,
This is my first post here. I've been reading Bukowski for several years now.
I was reading one his books some time ago, and there was a poem in there that I just cannot remember.
This will be very vague, I'm sure.
It was something about life being a series of habits, interrupted by something. Tragedies?
I don't really remember, but I'm sure someone can point me in the right direction. It would be very much appreciated.
Best.
-MG
This is my first post here. I've been reading Bukowski for several years now.
I was reading one his books some time ago, and there was a poem in there that I just cannot remember.
This will be very vague, I'm sure.
It was something about life being a series of habits, interrupted by something. Tragedies?
I don't really remember, but I'm sure someone can point me in the right direction. It would be very much appreciated.
Best.
-MG