You're going to die soon.
Too young.
Too soon.
Have you loved enough?
Have you laughed enough?
I think you should love
And you should hold
And you should love
And laugh
And laugh
So when it's all over
The ones left behind
Will smile.
That will be a good thing.
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- Lee Bemrose
- Random writings, stories, magazine theatre reviews and interviews, fiction, and occasionally my bi-weekly column Grumpy, which used to appear in the pages of Tsunami mag. Oh and be sure to check out my ebook, 17 Stories Of Love & Crime.
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7 comments:
Laughter is the best medicine for a reason :)
Laughter is sweet. Went to a comedy night last night and gave in to the laughter. Loved it so much :)
Roll the dice
if you’re going to try, go all the
way.
Otherwise, don’t even start.
If you’re going to try, go all the
way.
This could mean losing girlfriends,
wives, relatives, jobs and
maybe your mind.
Go all the way.
It could mean not eating for 3 or 4 days.
It could mean freezing on a
park bench.
It could mean jail;
it could mean derision,
mockery,
isolation.
Isolation is the gift;
all the others are a test of your
endurance, of
how much you really want to
do it.
And you’ll do it
despite rejection and the worst odds
and it will be better than
anything else
you can imagine.
If you’re going to try,
go all the way.
There is no other feeling like
that.
You will be alone with the gods
and the nights will flame with
fire.
Do it, do it, do it.
Do it.
All the way
all the way.
You will ride life straight to
perfect laughter, it’s
the only good fight
there is.
- Charles Bukowski
Love it. Both Lee's and Charles Bukowski's.
Thank you anonymous (is that you MM?) That is one powerful poem from Chuck. I kind of believe it, but kind of don't. No I think I do. Yes. No. No yes. Either way, cracking stuff.
And thank you Kat, but I think Charles was a bit better than I am... probably because mine are almost always later nighters written under the influence of booze. Then again, his probably were too.
a good thing indeed.
laughter, love and late night ramblings , what more can we wish for?
Yes the Hank Bukowski is from me- don't know how I ended up being anonymous as I logged in!
My word verification word is 'crehod' as in 'there's no stopping the crehods from hopping'
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