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Daily Archives: October 4, 2005
For Bukowski
Believe it … poetry can heal wounds; of course, an awkward, ill-set bone will sometimes need to be re-cracked, and soft illusions that so gently cradle us to bind the flesh beneath, must go. And often, language is so poor … Continue reading
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Tagged Charles Bukowski, exhuberance, living, poetry, power, sacrifice, words, writing
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