Our Father, who has set a restlessness in our hearts and made us all seekers after that which we can never fully find, forbid us to be satisfied with what we make of life. Draw us from base content and set our eyes on far-off goals. Keep us at tasks too hard for us that […]

you’ve got to burnstraight up and downand then maybe sidewisefor a whileand have your gutsscrambled by abullyand the demonicladies,you’ve got to runalong the edge of madnessteetering,you’ve got to starvelike a winteralleycat,you’ve go to livewith the imbecilityof at least a dozencities,then maybemaybemaybeyou might knowwhere you arefor a tinyblinkingmoment. Charles Bukowski