Dave Mongan Says

I like Drake and his new song “Over”, but the video leaves something to be desired. I like special effects (or is it FX?) as much as the next guy—I used to jump in front of the overhead all the time in 4th grade.  “Hey look, it says ‘history’ on my face!  See!  See!”  Yet, somehow, the adult in me yearns for a little more—maybe something slightly resembling the song’s lyrics?  If you’ve got the same hankering, worry not—I’ve got the medicine.

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Admission: A Twitter friend posted this to his blog, and I stole it from him, which he in turn stole from Bukowski. It’s the circle of life…

HOW TO BE A GOOD WRITER
by Charles Bukowski

you’ve got to fuck a great many women
beautiful women
and write a few decent love poems.

and don’t worry about age
and/or freshly-arrived talents.

just drink more beer
more and more beer

and attend the racetrack at least once a

week

and win
if possible

learning to win is hard -
any slob can be a good loser.

and don’t forget your Brahms
and your Bach and your
beer.

don’t overexercise.

sleep until noon.

avoid paying credit cards
or paying for anything on
time.

remember that there isn’t a piece of ass
in this world over $50
(in 1977).

and if you have the ability to love
love yourself first
but always be aware of the possibility of
total defeat
whether the reason for that defeat
seems right or wrong -

an early taste of death is not necessarily
a bad thing.

stay out of churches and bars and museums,
and like the spider be
patient -
time is everybody’s cross,
plus
exile
defeat
treachery

all that dross.

stay with the beer.

beer is continuous blood.

a continuous lover.

get a large typewriter
and as the footsteps go up and down
outside your window

hit that thing
hit it hard

make it a heavyweight fight

make it the bull when he first charges in

and remember the old dogs
who fought so well:
Hemingway, Celine, Dostoevsky, Hamsun.

If you think they didn’t go crazy
in tiny rooms
just like you’re doing now

without women
without food
without hope

then you’re not ready.

drink more beer.
there’s time.
and if there’s not
that’s all right
too.