[To Jon and Louise Webb]
April 26, 1963
[* * *] The book is beginning to well into my mind as a possibility. It’s like, you know, you meet a beautiful woman, have some talk with her, but really think nothing of it because everything seems pretty much out of reach and you turn to leave and find that she’s walking beside you, and she walks up the steps with you and stands there while you open the door to your room and then she walks in with you. The book’s like that. A little too much to behold. I’ve had so many knives stuck into me, when they hand me a flower I can’t quite make out what it is. It takes time. [* * *]
Charles Bukowski
(Screams from the Balcony: Selected Letters 1960-1970 by Charles Bukowski. Edited by Seamus Cooney. Black Sparrow Press, 1993)
Note: In letters from the 1960s, the poet recounts his efforts to succeed as a writer, his inability to quit his day job, and his battles with manic depression and other illnesses.
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| The Staircase, New York, 1968, by Saul Leiter |
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