Bukowski | 40x50cm | Graphite on paper
If it doesn’t come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don’t do it.
Unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don’t do it.
If you’re doing it for money or fame, don’t do it.
If you’re doing it because you want women in your bed, don’t do it.
If it’s hard work just thinking about doing it, don’t do it.
If you have to wait for it to roar out of you, then wait patiently.
If it never does roar out of you, do something else.
Unless it comes out of your soul like a rocket,
unless being still would drive you to madness or suicide or murder, don’t do it.
Unless the sun inside you is burning your gut, don’t do it.
When it is truly time, and if you have been chosen, It will do it by itself
and it will keep on doing it until you die
or it dies in you.
There is no other way.
And there never was.
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"I dont think i’ll ever take a better photo than this in my entire life. I have the love of my life swimming under and wave and one of my best friends on a wave"
Here’s the original color version that I found on Flickr of that last post.
I drove passed the site of Peal House in Wolverhampton again today, expecting it to be totally demolished, but instead finding this unstable looking section was still standing; little changed from last week. I guess that with it being so close to a busy road junction, the contractor’s are having to be very careful to avoid the risk of collapse. That big lump of concrete balanced on the lintel above the windows looks just a little dangerous to me.
this is where i hangout
Gamboge heart, 1980
Acrylic on cotton, 91 x 76 cm