Bukowski and Stephen
King, that was the
thing. Those were the
And yet I hardly ever
think of them now.
Certainly don’t read
It’s not that I hate their
words or worlds or works,
I’ve just moved on. That’s
what is supposed to happen.
That’s what you’re supposed
I’m looking – without actively
looking – for the next thing to
get hooked on, to find and follow,
absorb, and maybe “copy”, to borrow
and steal. To make something silly
or something real – in tribute or in
jest. I hope to ingest something new,
inject something borrowed and profound
and until I stumble on those words or
sound I’ll just keep hitting the keys…
That’s always been the very
best influence, the very best inspiration.
You’re not supposed to utter his name
these days – unless you’re condemning him
but it was Woody Allen that
said “80 percent of success
is showing up”. And he had a
line too about 1% inspiration and
(So he over-achieved right there).