I can never drive my car over a bridge without thinking of suicide. I can never look at a lake or an ocean without thinking of suicide.
Charles BukowskiRead
2 p.m. beer nothing matters but flopping on a mattress with cheap dreams and a beer as the leaves die and the horses die and the landladies stare in the halls; brisk the music of pulled shades, a last man's cave in an eternity of swarm and explosion; nothing but the dripping sink, the empty bottle, euphoria, youth fenced in, stabbed and shaven, taught words propped up to die.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote reflects on the transient nature of life, youth, and the inevitability of decay amid moments of fleeting pleasure.
In this evocative quote, Charles Bukowski paints a picture of the struggle between the ephemeral joys of youth and the harsh realities of existence. He juxtaposes the seemingly trivial pleasures of beer and dreaming with the somber backdrop of death and decay, illustrating how moments of euphoria are often surrounded by a sense of despair and futility. The imagery of a 'last man's cave' captures the essence of isolation and resignation in a world full of chaos, highlighting the bittersweet nature of life where moments of happiness are overshadowed by the inevitability of loss and the emptiness that follows.
Themes
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In practice
Example use cases
In a speech about the fleeting nature of youth, I might quote Bukowski to emphasize the inevitability of decay.
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