got my hair cut, decided to shave too.
damn I’d look good with a mustache.
shaved that off, too, though.
Alone With Everybody
the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.
there’s no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.
nobody ever finds
the one.
the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill
nothing else
fills.
- Charles Bukowski
After a night in Hoboken.
I look like I got punched in the face.
It is not hard to live through a day, if you can live through a moment. What creates despair is the imagination, which pretends there is a future, and insists on predicting millions of moments, thousands of days, and so drains you that you cannot live the moment at hand.
— Andre Dubus, A Father’s Story
Getting up at 4 am, getting on a plane, and going to the Dominican republic till saturday.
Let’s call this the last known picture of Travis James Lancaster—genius, poet, scholar—before he vanished into the vast Caribbean wilderness.
Another night of staying up late, tweeting and eating pumpkin pie between short periods of paper-writing and studying. I don’t get stressed; I live for this time of year.
Also: love wearing sweaters. (particularly this one)
You guys probably wouldn’t realize it but:
a) I cleaned and moved my room around.
b) I’m ridiculously disoriented due to a bout of vertigo I’ve been experiencing for the past 28 hours.
