YES, I LOVE BUKOWSKII have a poem of his on our bathroom wall:
If you’re going to try, go all theway.otherwise, don’t even start.if you’re going to try, go all theway.this could mean losing girlfriends,wives, relatives, jobs andmaybe your mind.go all the way.it could mean not eating for 3 or 4 days.it could mean freezing on apark bench.it could mean jail,it could mean derision,mockery,isolation.isolation is the gift,all others are a test of yourendurance, ofhow much you really want todo it.and you’ll do itdespite rejection and the worst oddsand it will be better thananything elseyou can imagine.if you’re going to try,go all the way.there is no other feeling likethat.you will be alone with the godsand the nights will flame withfire.do it, do it, do it.do it.all the way.all the way.you will ride life straight toperfect laughter, itsthe only good fightthere is.–And I’m doing itEnduring the long distance between usFacing myself when there’s silence and darknessWorking while loosing my passion for itLiving in a city that left me long agoPushing time forwardTrying to live my dreamHolding my future closebyReading Wilde’s wordsAnd still smilingBecauseI’m doing it!*********************************************************************