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... Rank Hath Privilege...

Daidoji Eien
10 September 1978

how to be a great writer

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


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


don't overexcercise.

sleep until noon.

avoid credit cards

or paying for anything on


remember that there isn't a piece of ass

in this world worth more than $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


time is everybody's cross,





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 don't 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


~Charles Bukowski

"I have known the joy and pain of deep friendship. I have served and been served. I have made some good enemies for which I am not a bit sorry. I have loved unselfishly, and I have fondled hatred with the red hot tongs of Hell. That's living." ~Zora Neale Hurston

Take my love
Take my land
Take me where I cannot stand
I don't care
I'm still free
You can't take the sky from me

Take me out
To the black tell 'em I ain't coming back
Burn the land
And boil the sea
You can't take the sky from me

Have no place
I can be
Since I found Serenity
But you can't take the sky from me

"Adversity is like a strong wind. I don't mean just that it holds us back from places we might otherwise go. It also tears away from us all but the things that cannot be torn, so that afterward we see ourselves as we really are, and not merely as we might like to be." ~Nitta Sayuri/Sakamoto Chiyo, Memoirs of a Geisha

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Date Created:2004-05-25
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Love him. Hate him. He doesn't give a shit. All he cares about is that you have your own Goddamned mind. He accepts no bullshit and he gives none in return. He can be your best friend if you want him to be, or your worst enemy if you cross him or those he loves.
Strengths: Loyal. Intelligent. Analytical. Discerning. Creative. Insightful. Patient. Studious. Loving. Adaptable. Open-minded. True to himself. His greatest strength is his son.
Weaknesses: Aloof. Critical. Perfectionist. Untrusting. Self-destructive. Unambitious. Inferiority complex. Alcoholic. Emotional. Unyielding in his hatreds.
Special Skills: Empathic. Biligual. Tenacious. Artist. Writer. Poet. Ninja tongue (apparently).
Weapons: Four different styles of Martial Arts, a razor-sharp wit and a staggering intellect.
Most Descriptive Phrase: Young, confused, but intelligent enough that he's going to figure it out someday, and when he does it's all going to fall into place for him.

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