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Rašytojų laiškai, mintys apie rašymą, kūrybą ir gyvenimą

Laba! Kaip laikotės? Šiandien pristatau jums naują skiltį – Laiškai. Joje rasite rašytojų laiškus, mintis apie rašymą, kūrybą ir gyvenimą. Tai, ką anksčiau būtume kruopščiai perrašę į užrašų knygutes ar dienoraščius. Post-modernus journaling. Kituose Laiškuose šios įžangos nebus. Tik tekstas. Kartais ilgesnis, kartais – trumpesnis. Lietuvių arba anglų kalba. Susitiksime kas antrą\trečią sekmadienį.

Šilti linkėjimai,

A.

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1983

[To Loss Pequeño Glazier]

February 16, 1983

What I’m getting at is that when Luck comes your way you can’t let it Swallow you. Getting famous when you’re in your twenties is a very difficult thing to overcome. When you get half-famous when you’re over 60, it’s easier to make adjustments. Old Ez Pound used to say, “Do your work”. And I knew exactly what he meant. Even though to me writing is never work no more than drinking is. And, of course, I’m drinking now and so if this gets a little muddled, well, that’s my style.

I don’t know, you know. Take some poets. Some start very well. There is a flash, a burning, a gamble in their way of putting it down. A good first or second book, then they seem to dissolve. You look around and they are teaching CREATIVE WRITING at some university. Now they think they know how to WRITE and they are going to tell others how to. This a sickness: they have accepted themselves. It’s unbelievable that they can do this. It’s like some guy coming along and trying to tell me how to fuck because he thinks he fucks good.

If there are any good writers, I don’t think these writers go around, walk around, talk around, abound, thinking, “I am a writer.” They live because there’s nothing else to do. It piles up: the horrors and the non-horrors and the conversations, the flat tires and the nightmares, the screamings, the laughters and the deaths and the long spaces of zero and all that, it begins to total and then they see the typer and they sit down and it pushes out, there’s no planning, it occurs: if they are still lucky.

Bukowski, Charles. On Writing. Edited by Abel Debritto. Edinburgh, London: Canongate, 2015, p 168-169.

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