The Laughing Heart by Charles Bukowski

“your life is your life
don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
be on the watch.
there are ways out.
there is a light somewhere.
it may not be much light but
it beats the darkness.
be on the watch.
the gods will offer you chances.
know them.
take them.
you can’t beat death but
you can beat death in life, sometimes.
and the more often you learn to do it,
the more light there will be.
your life is your life.
know it while you have it.
you are marvelous
the gods wait to delight
in you.”
– Charles Bukowski

 

/was reminded of this in a Levi’s ad I stumbled across today:

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Kierkegaard on the role of the poet in the World

“The poet is the genius of memory. He does nothing but recall what has been seen, admire what has been done. He visits every man’s door with song and speech, that all may admire the hero as he does. This is his humble work, his faithful service, his crowning glory.” – Søren Kierkegaard, Fear and Trembling

a path through dawn and mist

The promise of tomorrow,the promises of yesterday,incline and decline,along this same winding road.The same road led you out your door,to every experience you’ve ever had.The road is a river, its water time,today you stand at the curve.You wonder which way is right.You kneel before the Sun,The light shines through the trees.Your path is lit.– Aditya–

asleep . from . day

“Gone are the days
when the promises made
in the West of the World
seemed true.

Gone are the days
when the promises made
in life’s dreams
were true

Here I lie
Here I remain
Asleep from day
and life itself

Here I lie
Here I remain
until the
fall of night.

Here I lie
Here I remain
until the end
of time”

– Aditya Anupkumar

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lost . roads

“Sometimes we think
we know it all
Sometimes we feel
we’re the only ones

Sometimes we know
that we’re all alone
But that’s because
we’ve lost our roads home

How far can you go
to go so far
That you forget
who you are

Never forget
why you are here
Get over yourself
it’s about who you are

Get off the floor
get off your Mount
and find the lost roads
you knew before”

– © Aditya Anupkumar

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on creeping death

Came across Lovecraft by chance; and followed a trail back to an old Metallica song. It’s always interesting to find the sources of inspiration for artists, musicians, writers, and so on.”That is not dead which can eternal lie,And with strange aeons even death may die.”
In this case, Metallica seem to have found inspiration from Lovecraft‘s work across many songs. Lovecraft had an oddly disturbing way of looking at the World, perhaps no less real than the framework that I, or any of us, for that matter may use. Only thing is, he seems to be coming to the same conclusion from the other side of a looking glass. Will explore his work more over this weekend, hopefully. “The thing that should not be,” Metallica

beginnings and ends

hope is deadsome sayfifty years hopelessa hundred years more withoutfor an identityas true or false as anyuntouched by the cosmopolitan mergethat civilizes manytorn by a rage against a motherlandhated beyond hatetorn by the yearning for a memorythat never wasfuelled by a grief one should never knowall for an identity that never was nor will befor ever morethe World changedas she slumbered under occupationnow she awakes tofind hope with no otherhope for herself is lost tooas also the will to reconcile truewhat the future holds for this landi do not knowwhere shall the memories ofhate and hurt go?time is a healer, trueas is the end of it;but which shall come firstfor this burning paradise now?will it be India or Pakistanor an independent Kashmir?who knows?i fear none of them, for they willnot allow a peace to endure.stranger things have happened, i know,the Iron curtain did fallbut we know not yetits complete usewhich way forward?which way back?which will lead us onthe right track?where pride is involved,and territory and identity,i fear we shall walk this countryhand in hand with miseryfor a while longer before the tide turnswhen will it turn?one can never knowmaybe at the end of historyor of all timewe will find outwhen the time is rightlet it not bewhen time itself runs outrather soonerwhile we still lightthis life.- aditya