I didn’t pay a hell of a lot of attention to grammar, and when I write it is for the love of the word, the color, like tossing paint on a canvas, and using a lot of ear and having read a bit here and there, I generally come out ok, but technically I don’t know what’s happening, nor do I care.
Brain Pickings dives into the new Bukowski volume, On Writing, an amalgamation of craft tips and rants, to find the rough and heartfelt drunkard’s best, discovering his love of the word at all costs—form be damned. An enlightening read on creation’s power when used sincerely, from a source we may not have expected.
