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Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski

a song with no end

when Whitman wrote, “I sing the body electric”
I know what he
meant
I know what he
wanted:
 
to be completely alive every moment
in spite of the inevitable.
 
we can’t cheat death but we can make it
work so hard
that when it does take
us
 
it will have known a victory just as
perfect as
ours.

#Americans #XXCentury

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