Poem by Henry Charles Bukowski

writing

often it is the only
thing
between you and
impossibility.
no drink,
no woman's love,
no wealth
can
match it.
nothing can save
you
except
writing.
it keeps the walls
from
failing.
the hordes from
closing in.
it blasts the
darkness.
writing is the
ultimate
psychiatrist,
the kindliest
god of all the
gods.
writing stalks
death.
it knows no
quit.
and writing
laughs
at itself,
at pain.
it is the last
expectation,
the last
explanation.
that's
what it
is. 
from blank gun silencer - 1991

1. consummation of grief
2. poetry readings
3. so you want to be a writer
4. the genius of the crowd
5. the shower

Robert Herrick Writing ("When words we want, Love teacheth to indite")

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