Poetry is what happens when nothing else can.

Capricorn born and is about Bukowski, travel, photography, sex and pot. In Canada but born in Europe.

[freyatarotreadings8]

“We either make ourselves miserable, or we make ourselves strong. The amount of work is the same.” ― Carlos Castaneda

[dixt]

utrecht, the netherlands ⋅ ph. utrechtalive 

[felineandhustle]

[utwo]

Julierpass Switzerland swiiss alps

© Paweł Jagiełło

[sun-and-moon33]

[elinerlina2]

Basalt column waterfalls in Iceland

[expressions-of-nature]

by Chironius

[nousrose]

Death is the only wise advisor that we have. Whenever you feel, as you always do, that everything is going wrong and you're about to be annihilated, turn to your death and ask if that is so. Your death will tell you that you're wrong; that nothing really matters outside its touch. Your death will tell you, I haven't touched you yet.

Journey to Ixtlan

Carlos Castaneda

[iko66]

Faroe Island

[bosluga-ait-deactivated20240323]

[surqrised]

“No-one will love you exactly the way you want them to. You just have to let them do their best.”

— Unknown

[hazy-october]

source

[leonardospoetry]

You’re lighting up  my flame  from the inside. How did you get in? I don’t even know  how to get in.

[sun-and-moon33]

Oaxaca streets

[dwellsinparadise]

I always resented all the years, the hours, the minutes I gave them as a working stiff, it actually hurt my head, my insides, it made me dizzy and a bit crazy — I couldn’t understand the murdering of my years yet my fellow workers gave no signs of agony, many of them even seemed satisfied, and seeing them that way drove me almost as crazy as the dull and senseless work.

—Charles Bukowski, The Last Night of the Earth Poems

[sun-and-moon33]

[prettywhen-i-cry]

"What I needed seemed to be absent everywhere."

Charles Bukowski, from Introduction to the John Fante novel "Ask the Dust"