Here you go, this is what you wanted..
An excerpt from the poem, "more argument" by Charles Bukowski
she says,
"but this is different; you dislike everything that I like.
no, I said, I just don't like the way you like them.
I'm leaving, she says.
I could have lied to you, I said, like most do.
you mean men lie to me?
yes, to get at what you think is holy.
you mean, it's not holy?
I don't know, but I won't lie to make it work.
be damned with you then, she said.
good night, I said.
she really slammed that door.
I got up and turned on the radio."
Another poem by Charles Bukowski, entitled, "lifedance"
the area dividing the brain and soul
is affected in many ways by
experience---
some lose all mind and become soul:
insane.
some lose all soul and become mind:
intellectual.
some lose both and become:
accepted
"There is something about yourself that you don't know. Something that you will deny even exists, until it's too late to do anything about it. It's the only reason you get up in the morning. The only reason you suffer the shitty puss, the blood, the sweat and the tears. This is because you want people to know how good, attractive, generous, funny, wild and clever you really are. Fear or revere me, but please, think I'm special. We share an addiction. We're approval junkies. We're all in it for the slap on the back and the gold watch. The hip-hip-hoo-fuckin' rah. Look at the clever boy with the badge, polishing his trophy. Shine on you crazy diamond, because we're just monkeys wrapped in suits, begging for the approval of others." -Revolver Mr. Green
