All the poets I have met have been soft jellyfish, sycophants. They have nothing to write about except their selfish non-endurance. Yes, I stay away from POETS. Do you not blame me....Maybe there's a hell. If there is I'll be there and you know what? All the poets will be there reading their works and I will have to listen. I will be drowned in their preening vanity, their overflowing self-esteem. If there is a hell, that will be my hell: poet after poet reading on and on.
Charles Bukowski, The Captain Is Out To Lunch And The Sailors Have Taken Over The Ship
Charles Bukowski, The Captain Is Out To Lunch And The Sailors Have Taken Over The Ship
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