Sublime

There’s that Charles Bukowski line from his poem Roll the Dice:  If you’re going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don’t even start.

complètement. J'avais beau faire l'élégant, j'étais en train de me recroqueviller comme un vieux singe ; je me sentais amenuisé, amoindri au-delà du possible ; mes marmottements et mes murmures étaient déjà ceux d'un vieillard. J'avais quarante-sept ans maintenant, cela faisait trente ans que j'avais entrepris de faire rire mes semblables ; à prése

A library was a good place to be when you had nothing to drink or to eat, and the landlady was looking for you and for the back rent money. In the library at least you had the use of the toilet facilities.) I saw quite a number of other bums in there, most of them asleep on top of their books.

ils dansaient dans la rue comme des ludions, et moi je traînais la patte derrière eux, comme je l’ai toujours fait quand les gens m’intéressent, parce que les seuls qui m’intéressent sont les fous furieux, les furieux de la vie, les furieux du verbe, qui veulent tout à la fois, ceux qui ne bâillent jamais, qui sont incapables de dire des banalités,

Quickly was he among the haunts and low places, rubbing elbows with such denizens who did not exist in the comfort of daylight and human industry. Mishaps and history had condemned them, these crippled minds and mangled bodies,

To hell with that Hitler, this is more important than Hitler, this is about my book. It won’t shake the world, it won’t kill a soul, it won’t fire a gun, ah, but you’ll remember it to the day you die, you’ll lie there breathing your last, and you’ll smile as you remember the book. The story of Vera Rivken, a slice out of life.

Life is short, misery sure, mortality certain. But on the way, in your work, why not carry those two inflated pig-bladders labeled Zest and Gusto.