Augustine

“No pain means the end of feeling; each of our joys is a bargain with the devil.”
― Charles Bukowski, Notes of a Dirty Old Man

“during my worst times
on the park benches
in the jails
or living with
whores
I always had this certain
contentment-
I wouldn't call it
happiness-
it was more of an inner
balance
that settled for
whatever was occuring
and it helped in the
factories
and when relationships
went wrong
with the
girls.
it helped
through the
wars and the
hangovers
the backalley fights
the
hospitals.
to awaken in a cheap room
in a strange city and
pull up the shade-
this was the craziest kind of
contentment

and to walk across the floor
to an old dresser with a
cracked mirror-
see myself, ugly,
grinning at it all.
what matters most is
how well you
walk through the
fire.”
― Charles Bukowski

“for me
obedience to another is the decay
of self”
― Charles Bukowski, Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit

“the price of creation is never too high. the price of living with other people always is.”
― Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone At Times That It Just Makes Sense