I should think that many of our poets, the honest ones, will confess to having no manifesto. It is a painful confession but the art of poetry carries its own powers without having to break them down into critical listings. I do not mean that poetry should be raffish and irresponsible clown tossing off words into the void. But the very feeling of a good poem carries its own reason for being... Art is its own excuse, and itโs either Art or itโs something else. Itโs either a poem or a piece of cheese.
Charles BukowskiThose who escape hell however never talk about it and nothing much bothers them after that
Charles Bukowskithe masses are everywhere they know how to do things: they have sane and deadly angers for sane and deadly things.
Charles Bukowski