Shouting to the void my word bounces back jump jump into the ghosts, mother father lover fall - ing. All at once I close my eyes laughing I am mad or turning mad I am free at least I am free to let go.
Always mad. That is the only consistent attribute for any writer. Bukowski can attest to that.
madness keeps us sane
Yeah, I don't know about that, but all the "greatest" artists (the ones known after their deaths) seem to fall into that category.
So in that sense I guess you're right.
Always mad. That is the only consistent attribute for any writer. Bukowski can attest to that.
madness keeps us sane
Yeah, I don't know about that, but all the "greatest" artists (the ones known after their deaths) seem to fall into that category.
So in that sense I guess you're right.