hell is a closed door when you’re starving for your goddamned art but sometimes you feel at least like having a peek through the keyhole. young or old, good or bad, I don’t think anything dies as slow and as hard as a writer. — Charles Bukowski, hell is a closed door, The Last Night of the Earth Poems
What choice(s) do we have?
What choice(s) do we have?
What choice(s) do we have?
hell is a closed door when you’re starving for your goddamned art but sometimes you feel at least like having a peek through the keyhole. young or old, good or bad, I don’t think anything dies as slow and as hard as a writer. — Charles Bukowski, hell is a closed door, The Last Night of the Earth Poems