Bukowski said...The balance is preserved by the snails climbing the Santa Monica cliffs; the luck is in walking down Western Avenue and having the girls in the massage parlour holla at you "Hello Sweetie", the miracle is having 5 women in love with you at the age of 55, and the goodness is that you are only able to love one of them.
The gift is having a daughter who is more gentle than you are, whose laughter is finer than yours. The peace comes from driving a blue 67 volks through the streets like a teenager, radio tuned to the Host Who Loves You Most, feeling ths un, feeling the solid hum of the rebuilt motor as you needle through traffic. The grace is being able to like rock music, symphony music, jazz.... anything that contains the origional energy of joy.
Waits is still looking for the heart of Saturday night.
Im looking for Waits amongst others, including myself.
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