"Show me a man who lives alone and has a perpetually clean kitchen, and eight times out of nine I'll show you a man with detestable spiritual qualities." -Charles Bukowski
The 20th-century unapologetic poet of the American underclass wrote about, and often lived, stories of alcoholism, fights, jails, a parade of nameless women, and the sense that he was nonetheless searching for something as meaningful and tangible as any far more presentable romantic. "There's nothing to mourn about death any more than there is to mourn about the growing of a flower," he wrote in The Captain is Out to Lunch and the Sailors Have Taken Over the Ship, a collection of extracts from Bukowski's journals from 1991 to 1993. "What is terrible is not death but the lives people live or don't live up until their death. They don't honor their own lives, they piss on their lives."
