Fuck Hemingway.

 

 

It is almost impossible to work at home with a new carpet going in.

I have my doubts about the value of posting inconsequential crap like this...except for the fact that it reminds me what Bukowski said about writing.

You should be able to write in a war zone.

Which is what he and I- at one time or another- both felt we were already doing.

Abused children cogent enough to write about it talk about 'war'.

'The war in my head'.

'My childhood was like a war zone'.

I have said it.

Another part of me says 'fuck that'.

That's the duality, right there.

Understanding 'war', and the mythologising of war.

We have all done it, at one time or another.

(well, most men have...)

My Father believed it to such an incredible degree...he actually TOLD people he had been to Vietnam. When of course he had not.

Most people who talk about a 'war zone' have NO idea about war.

People who have actually BEEN to a war- don't even want to talk about it.

And anyone who would imagine themselves in a war they had never experienced...

Has a screw loose.

There is NOTHING beautiful about war.

Fuck Hemingway.

Don't give it any more energy than it already has.

Despite everything society tells you...

War is never a good thing.

Never.

Not even in your own mind.