I’ve been reading another collection of poetry by Charles Bukowski that I borrowed from the library. I’m up to page 138 in What Matters Most is How Well You Walk Through the Fire, and I came across a poem Sunday evening that seems fitting for the resumption of work following a long holiday weekend.
This little verse by Buk offers inspiration to reset one’s focus and seems to urge readers to value each day above everything else.
Here it is:
it’s a farce, the great actors, the great poets, the great
statesmen, the great painters, the great composers, the
it’s a farce, a farce, a farce,
history and the recording of it,
forget it, forget it.
you must begin all over again.
throw all that out.
all of them out
you are alone with now.
look at you fingernails.
touch your nose.
the day flings itself upon
Bukowski, Charles. What Matters Most is How Well You Walk Through the Fire.
New York: Ecco; First Edition, 2002.