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“The brain appears to possess a special area which we might call poetic memory and which records everything that charms or touches us, that makes our lives beautiful … Love begins with a metaphor. Which is to say, love begins at the point when a woman enters her first word into our poetic memory.”

Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

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3 Days & 4 Nights

Music by Sleep Sleep
Spoken word by Charles Bukowski

I have periods where, you know, when I feel a little weak
or depressed. Fuck it! The Wheaties aren’t going down right. I just go
to bed for three days and four nights, pull down all the shades and just
go to bed. Get up. Shit. Piss. Drink a beer down and go back to bed. I
come out of that completely re-enlightened for 2 or 3 months. I get
power from that.

I think someday…they’ll say this psychotic guy knew something
that…you know in days ahead and medicine, and how they figure these
things out. Everybody should go to bed now and then, when they’re down
low and give it up for three or four days. Then they’ll come back good
for a while.

But we’re so obsessed with, we have to get up and do it and go back
to sleep. In fact there’s a woman I’m living with now, get’s around
12:30, 1pm, I say: “I’m sleepy. I want to go to sleep.” She says: “What?
You want to go to sleep, it’s only 1pm!” We’re not even drinking, you
know. Hell, there’s nothing else to do but sleep.

People are nailed to the processes. Up. Down. Do something. Get up,
do something, go to sleep. Get up. They can’t get out of that
circle. You’ll see, someday they’ll say: “Bukowski knew.” Lay down for 3
or 4 days till you get your juices back, then get up, look around and
do it. But who the hell can do it cause you need a dollar. That’s all.
That’s a long speech, isn’t it? But it means something.