Does anyone know which poem this quote is from?
I read a Bukowski poem ages ago that ended with something like "sometimes there's nothing more to say about death"... Although I'm going on memory so paraphrasing here. I think it was to do with a horse dying/being shot at the race track (typical Bukowski :) ).
Can anyone help me out? I would usually scour the Bukowski poetry books I own, but they are all currently in storage as I am moving house... and it is driving me nuts not knowing!
I read a Bukowski poem ages ago that ended with something like "sometimes there's nothing more to say about death"... Although I'm going on memory so paraphrasing here. I think it was to do with a horse dying/being shot at the race track (typical Bukowski :) ).
Can anyone help me out? I would usually scour the Bukowski poetry books I own, but they are all currently in storage as I am moving house... and it is driving me nuts not knowing!