THE ORDINARY CAFE OF THE WORLD by Charles Bukowski
new worlds shine in the dust come up through the slums of the mind only to choke on mosquito ideas.
it's most difficult like eating a salad in the ordinary café of the world; it's most difficult to create art here.
look about. the pieces to work with are missing. they must be created or found. the critics should be generous an the critics are seldom generous. they think it's easy to put out water with fire.
but there's been no wasted effort no matter what they've done to us: the critics the lost women the lost jobs, damn them all anyhow they're hardly as interesting as
this ordinary café, this ordinary world, we know there should be a better place, an easier place, but there's not; that's our secret and it's not much. but it's enough.
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*points* NO ALICE IN WONDERLAND?! *faint*
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THE ORDINARY CAFE OF THE WORLD
by
Charles Bukowski
new worlds shine in the dust
come up through the slums of the mind only
to choke on mosquito
ideas.
it's most difficult
like eating a salad
in the ordinary café of the world;
it's most difficult
to create art
here.
look about. the pieces to work with are
missing. they must be created or
found.
the critics should be generous an the critics are
seldom
generous.
they think it's easy to
put out water with fire.
but there's been no wasted effort
no matter what they've done
to us:
the critics
the lost women
the lost jobs,
damn them all anyhow
they're hardly as interesting as
this ordinary café, this ordinary world,
we know there should be a better place,
an easier place,
but there's not;
that's our secret
and it's not
much.
but it's enough.
we have chosen the ordinary,
withering fire.
to create art means
to be crazy alone
forever.
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