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Willoughby
Social climber
Truckee, CA
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Feb 16, 2011 - 03:13am PT
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Born Into This is great, as is Barfly, and I would also recommend Factotum.
So deeply insightful sometimes, but I really loved the boozy irreverence too:
"Sex is kicking death in the ass while singing."
"Nothing is worse than to finish a good sh#t, then reach over and find the toilet paper container empty. Even the most horrible human being on earth deserves to wipe his ass."
"Great art is horsesh#t, buy tacos."
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scott baxter
Gym climber
sedona, arizona
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Feb 16, 2011 - 05:45pm PT
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comeback
coming up out of the tar and gloom
and untold obstacles, rising up again like some freaky
Lazarus,
you are amazed at the strength of your
luck.
somewhere, somehow you got an extra
dose of durability.
hell, accept it.
you do. you do.
you look in the bathroom
mirror
at an idiot's smile.
you know the luck.
some go down and never come up.
something is being kind to you.
you turn from the mirror and walk back into the
world.
you find a chair, sit down, light a cigar.
back from a thousand wars
you look out from an open door into the
night.
Sibelius plays on your radio.
nothing has been destroyed.
you blow smoke into the black night,
rub a finger behind your left
ear.
baby, right now, you've got it
all.
Charles Bukowski
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Shouldah
climber
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Feb 16, 2011 - 05:56pm PT
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"as the spirit wanes, the form appears"
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sandstone conglomerate
climber
sharon conglomerate central
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Feb 16, 2011 - 07:27pm PT
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ham on rye. it reads like the Book of Job set in underclass LA, or the tribulations of Siddartha on his quest for enlightenment, if he had been an under-priveledged american. Great read
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Rudder
Trad climber
Long Beach, CA
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Feb 16, 2011 - 11:14pm PT
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love is morning fog, it's just there a little while, and then it burns away. Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality.
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bobinc
Trad climber
Portland, Or
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Feb 17, 2011 - 10:40am PT
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I don't know how many bottles of beer
I have consumed while waiting for things
to get better.
I don't know how much wine and whiskey
and beer
mostly beer
I have consumed after splits with women--
waiting for the phone to ring
waiting for the sound of footsteps
and the phone never rings
until much later
and the footsteps never arrive
until much later.
when my stomach is coming up
out of my mouth
they arrive as fresh as spring flower:
"what the hell have you done to yourself?
it will be 3 days before you can fu** me!"
the female is durable
she lives seven and one half years longer
than the male, and she drinks very little beer
because she knows it's bad for the
figure.
while we are going mad
they are out
dancing and laughing
with horny cowboys
well, there's beer
sacks and sacks of empty beer bottles
and when you pick one up
the bottles fall through the wet bottom
of the paper sack
rolling
clanking
spilling grey wet ash
and stale beer,
or the sacks fall over at 4 a.m.
in the morning
making the only sound in your life.
beer
rivers and seas of beer
beer beer beer
the radio singing love songs
as the phone remains silent
and the walls stand
straight up and down
and beer is all there is.
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Rockin' Gal
Trad climber
Boulder
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Feb 17, 2011 - 02:23pm PT
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Love this thread. Keep em comin.
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bobinc
Trad climber
Portland, Or
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Feb 17, 2011 - 02:48pm PT
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"That's the problem with drinking, I thought as I poured myself a drink. If something bad happens you drink in an attempt to forget; if something good happens you drink in order to celebrate; and if nothing happens you drink to make something happen."
—Women, 1978
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Wayno
Big Wall climber
Seattle, WA
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Feb 17, 2011 - 03:05pm PT
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ANTS CRAWL MY DRUNKEN ARMS
O ants crawl my drunken arms
and they let Van Gogh sit in a cornfield
and take Life out of the world with a
shotgun.
ants crawl my drunken arms
and they set Rimbaud
to running guns and looking under rocks
for gold,
O ants crawl my drunken arms,
they put Pound in a nuthouse
and made Crane jump into the sea
in his pajamas'
ants, ants crawl my drunken arms
as our schoolboys scream for Willie Mays
instead of Bach,
ants crawl my drunken arms
through the drink I reach
for surfboards or sinks, for sunflowers
and the typewriter falls like a heart-attack
from the table
or a dead Sunday bull,
and the ants crawl into my mouth
and down my throat,
I wash them down with wine
and pull up the shades
and they are on the screen
and on the streets
climbing church towers
and into tire casings
looking for something else
to eat.
C. Bukowski
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Dick_Lugar
Trad climber
Indiana (the other Mideast)
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Feb 17, 2011 - 04:25pm PT
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Bukowski is great, especially if you yourself are depressed and think you're a loser and not going anywhere in life, reading his stuff and bio makes you say,
"Hey, at least I'm not as fuked up as Bukowski!"
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scott baxter
Gym climber
sedona, arizona
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Feb 17, 2011 - 09:52pm PT
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Some people
never
go crazy.
What truly
horrible
lives they
must lead.
Charles Bukowski
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Wayno
Big Wall climber
Seattle, WA
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Apr 20, 2014 - 04:10am PT
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Bump it.
Why not?
It's right there staring at you.
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survival
Big Wall climber
Terrapin Station
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Apr 20, 2014 - 09:41am PT
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Must . Find . Bukowski . Book .
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kaholatingtong
Trad climber
Nevada City
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Apr 20, 2014 - 10:05am PT
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What a unique artist, and what re-read value his works seem to have. This thread is inspiring me to seek out something of his I have yet to read, cheers all.
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J. Werlin
Social climber
Cedaredge, CO
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Apr 20, 2014 - 10:29am PT
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Perhaps some climbers relate to Bukowski because he was a dirtbag of the literary.
Bukowski's advice for depression:
[Click to View YouTube Video]
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fluffy
Trad climber
Colorado
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Apr 20, 2014 - 10:40am PT
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Must . Find . Bukowski . Book .
Get Ham on Rye or Post Office
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The Larry
climber
Moab, UT
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Apr 20, 2014 - 12:45pm PT
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Factotum.
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fluffy
Trad climber
Colorado
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Apr 20, 2014 - 12:59pm PT
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^^ Also excellent.
One of my favorite writers of all time. Great to read aloud on road trips!
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Wade Icey
Trad climber
www.alohashirtrescue.com
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Apr 20, 2014 - 12:59pm PT
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“there is a loneliness in this world so great
that you can see it in the slow movement of
the hands of a clock.
people so tired
mutilated
either by love or no love.
people just are not good to each other
one on one.
the rich are not good to the rich
the poor are not good to the poor.
we are afraid.
our educational system tells us
that we can all be
big-ass winners.
it hasn't told us
about the gutters
or the suicides.
or the terror of one person
aching in one place
alone
untouched
unspoken to
watering a plant.”
― Charles Bukowski, Love is a Dog from Hell
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