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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354690" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Trollius And trellises</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">of course, I may die in the next ten minutes <br>and I’m ready for that <br>but what I’m really worried about is <br>that my editor-publisher might retire <br>even though he is ten years younger than <br>I. <br>it was just 25 years ago (I was at that ripe <br>old age of 45) <br>when we began our unholy alliance to <br>test the literary waters, <br>neither of us being much <br>known. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I think we had some luck and still have some <br>of same <br>yet <br>the odds are pretty fair <br>that he will opt for warm and pleasant <br>afternoons <br>in the garden <br>long before I. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>writing is its own intoxication <br>while publishing and editing, <br>attempting to collect bills <br>carries its own <br>attrition <br>which also includes dealing with the <br>petty bitchings and demands <br>of many <br>so-called genius darlings who are <br>not. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I won’t blame him for getting <br>out <br>and hope he sends me photos of his <br>Rose Lane, his <br>Gardenia Avenue. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>will I have to seek other <br>promulgators? <br>that fellow in the Russian <br>fur hat? <br>or that beast in the East <br>with all that hair <br>in his ears, with those wet and <br>greasy lips? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>or will my editor-publisher <br>upon exiting for that world of Trollius and <br>trellis <br>hand over the <br>machinery <br>of his former trade to a <br>cousin, a <br>daughter or <br>some Poundian from Big <br>Sur? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>or will he just pass the legacy on <br>to the <br>Shipping Clerk <br>who will rise like <br>Lazarus, <br>fingering new-found <br>importance? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>one can imagine terrible <br>things: <br>“Mr. Chinaski, all your work <br>must now be submitted in <br>Rondo form <br>and <br>typed <br>triple-spaced on rice <br>paper.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>power corrupts, <br>life aborts <br>and all you <br>have left <br>is a <br>bunch of <br>warts. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>“no, no, Mr. Chinaski: <br>Rondo form!” </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>“hey, man,” I’ll ask, <br>“haven’t you heard of <br>the thirties?” </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>“the thirties? what’s <br>that?” </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>my present editor-publisher <br>and I <br>at times <br>did discuss the thirties, <br>the Depression <br>and <br>some of the little tricks it <br>taught us— <br>like how to endure on almost <br>nothing <br>and move forward <br>anyhow. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>well, John, if it happens enjoy your <br>divertissement to <br>plant husbandry, <br>cultivate and aerate <br>between <br>bushes, water only in the <br>early morning, spread <br>shredding to discourage <br>weed growth <br>and <br>as I do in my writing: <br>use plenty of <br>manure. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>and thank you <br>for locating me there at <br>5124 DeLongpre Avenue <br>somewhere between <br>alcoholism and <br>madness. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>together we <br>laid down the gauntlet <br>and there are takers <br>even at this late date <br>still to be <br>found <br>as the fire sings <br>through the <br>trees.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Bukowski">Charles Bukowski</a><div class=q>
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