By: Charles Bukowski
during my worst times on the park benches in the jails or living with whores I always had this certain contentment- I wouldn't call it happiness- it was more of an inner balance that settled for whatever was occurring and it helped in the factories and when relationships went wrong with the girls. it helped through the wars and the hangovers the back alley fights the hospitals. to awaken in a cheap room in a strange city and pull up the shade- this was the craziest kind of contentment and to walk across the floor to an old dresser with a cracked mirror- see myself, ugly, grinning at it all. what matters most is how well you walk through the fire.
This is my favorite poem ever because I really like the poets honesty. He is my favorite poet and I like how raw and truthful all of his work is, its real not fake and that's why I love it. When I first started reading his poems they were deep and meaningful which made them extremely hard to understand however this was the first poem of his I understood and connected to in my own certain way, and after that I fell in love with all of his work. I began to look into the meanings of all of his poems from a different perspective and I finally started to understand them. This is why Charles Bukowski, because he taught me to look at things from more than just one perspective.