I found this write very engaging and accessible. It flowed like an easy conversation .I confronted my mortality 30 years ago. I spent a few days going completely mad having realized, death is coming for us all. Following this period, I realized the onky thing to do was live fully, in the moment. That means messily. As an artist, I know that while people appreciate art, they don't want to pay for it. This has been my experience selling my art over the years. So I paint , I write and I sing for myself , and though I may not be well off financially, I'm completely 100 % myself.
@MARYANNEBERNARDO Dear MaryAnne, This is a response to what you wrote below. I don't expect to become successful and I surely don't expect making a living as a writer. This is just a love affair I have with writing, it's a journey I have with myself (past, present or future) and imagining myself becoming that old lady, who'd be just like my grandfather's older sister was (for visuals, think of the old Rose in Titanic). She had the most wonderful tales of her childhood from before and during the WWII, of her youth, even if many of the stories carried lots of struggles and painful memories, she did it with a twinkle still in her ice-blue eyes, pendant earrings moving in her ears as she offered her heavenly, freshly baked pastry to me, filled with home-made jam. It was food for body and soul. It's ok to be happy with who we are. We should all be happy with who we are. Success should never be measured by money but by happiness. :)
I saw you followed me, so I decided to check out your substack, and came across this… I have a story for you. It’s my first post, titled “One of Many”, and addresses some of the things you seem to be thinking about here. I think you will enjoy it.
This poem is lovely; simple, but holds a thousand words in a few. I love how much thought you put into describing what this poem means and Bukowski’s influence on your writing. I’ve never found myself “out drinking” with a writer, but if I had to choose someone, it would be Nietzsche. This is a wonderful piece, thought provoking, and I look forward to reading more from you.
I found this write very engaging and accessible. It flowed like an easy conversation .I confronted my mortality 30 years ago. I spent a few days going completely mad having realized, death is coming for us all. Following this period, I realized the onky thing to do was live fully, in the moment. That means messily. As an artist, I know that while people appreciate art, they don't want to pay for it. This has been my experience selling my art over the years. So I paint , I write and I sing for myself , and though I may not be well off financially, I'm completely 100 % myself.
@MARYANNEBERNARDO Dear MaryAnne, This is a response to what you wrote below. I don't expect to become successful and I surely don't expect making a living as a writer. This is just a love affair I have with writing, it's a journey I have with myself (past, present or future) and imagining myself becoming that old lady, who'd be just like my grandfather's older sister was (for visuals, think of the old Rose in Titanic). She had the most wonderful tales of her childhood from before and during the WWII, of her youth, even if many of the stories carried lots of struggles and painful memories, she did it with a twinkle still in her ice-blue eyes, pendant earrings moving in her ears as she offered her heavenly, freshly baked pastry to me, filled with home-made jam. It was food for body and soul. It's ok to be happy with who we are. We should all be happy with who we are. Success should never be measured by money but by happiness. :)
I saw you followed me, so I decided to check out your substack, and came across this… I have a story for you. It’s my first post, titled “One of Many”, and addresses some of the things you seem to be thinking about here. I think you will enjoy it.
This poem is lovely; simple, but holds a thousand words in a few. I love how much thought you put into describing what this poem means and Bukowski’s influence on your writing. I’ve never found myself “out drinking” with a writer, but if I had to choose someone, it would be Nietzsche. This is a wonderful piece, thought provoking, and I look forward to reading more from you.
I hear Nietzsche is a terrible drunk! Thank you for taking time to reply, seriously, I know how easy it is not to. I will head over to your post now.
“It is a mistake to try.” - SuDongpo, his last words. Bukowski is in great company. 🙏