Tags: book, book agents, books, poem
We will return to our regularly scheduled programming on Monday.
a certain pride here
Charles Bukowski (Open All Night)
I don’t care to have my writing
praised too often:
it’s dangerous for the writing and
for me.
Writing is what one does,
it’s like a spider spinning its
web.
you do what you have
to do.
yet, regarding praise, I sometimes
weaken,
say when they write me
from the prisons that they
like my stuff.
or I like it better yet
when they write me
from the madhouse that they
like my stuff.
the bit I liked best, though,
was when the
madam of a Nevada whorehouse
wrote me
that she and the girls
liked my stuff
and anytime
I was in the neighborhood
I could have all of it I wanted
for free.
that beats
any notice I might get
in the N.Y. Times
hands
down.

