Charles Bukowski, “The Shoelace”
it’s not the large things that
send a man to the
madhouse. death he’s ready for, or
murder, incest, robbery, fire, flood…
no, it’s the continuing series of small tragedies
that send a man to the
madhouse…
not the death of his love
but a shoelace that snaps…
Hey, pumpkin. I know you’re having a rough day… I know you’ve been putting up with a lot of ridiculous shit, but don’t let those little things drive you to the madhouse. You’re so much better than that. You’ll get to where you’re going… maybe not all at once but you’ll get there.
Quite possibly my favorite poet.
Bukowski’s voice is what I imagine a drunk ghost would sound like. The man was brilliant and horrible and I say both of...
Hey, pumpkin. I know you’re having a rough day… I know you’ve been putting up with a lot of ridiculous shit, but don’t...