I fu*kin' HATE Bukowski. Thats right, I said it. Oh I know he's gods gift to the common man. The drunken, lonely man who sleeps with faceless women and fights for his dream to come true. The loser who wallows in his own pathetic being and celebrates his issues and flaws. And there is no doubt at all that the man could write. But you know what--? Fu*k him. Last time I gave him another chance, I ended throwing the book across the room. Its hard for me to empathize with someone that hail a hero, when in truth was too yellowbellied to stand up to his own flaws and do something about them instead of falling back into them over and over and over and...
Yeah, I know, "You dont
get the man, Plex" "He's so much deeper than that, Plex!". No thanks, I pass.
Save one. A friend that I was having a debate with introduced me to this poem he had written, and it is one of my favorite things ever written. Ever. It is inspiration for any and everything you do in life. It is the reason I am really taking a real, hard push for these little funny inkblots Im calling comics.
New webpage up, new store, new Inkpoisoning 4 zine out now.
Silkscreened on newsprint with a CMYblackline cover. Comes with a new mixcd, or just listen to it here. Im gonna throw so much stuff at people, they are going to puke with nausea. But it'll be worth it.
roll the dice
if you’re going to try, go all the
way.
otherwise, don’t even start.
if you’re going to try, go all the
way.
this could mean losing girlfriends,
wives, relatives, jobs and
maybe your mind.
go all the way.
it could mean not eating for 3 or 4 days.
it could mean freezing on a
park bench.
it could mean jail,
it could mean derision,
mockery,
isolation.
isolation is the gift,
all the others are a test of your
endurance, of
how much you really want to
do it.
and you’ll do it
despite rejection and the worst odds
and it will be better than
anything else
you can imagine.
if you’re going to try,
go all the way.
there is no other feeling like
that.
you will be alone with the gods
and the nights will flame with
fire.
do it, do it, do it.
do it.
all the way
all the way.
you will ride life straight to
perfect laughter, its
the only good fight
there is.
- Charles Bukowski
A really good friend of mine got me a Model of my 1965 Plymouth for my birthday--Actually not really a model, but apparently they used to be promotional at the dealership (promotional!) I can't tell you how stoked I was to get it...
Its been a while since i've blogged--the truth is, I think the whole social networking crap is getting out of hand. That's not exactly why I haven't been; I've been hard at work putting out Ink Posioning as an actual physical zine. Having said that, I know that alot of people use their computer as the door to the rest of the world...
So, I've decided to start putting out the comic Ink Poisoning online (!) I am going to post parts every week very soon...so that those of you that are glued to your screens can read it too. And then when it's done, you can pick up the tactile, silkscreened copy of the zine. Which is much more exciting, in my view.
But, I got some things to tie up first, so you'll just probably just see me ranting for a minute or so. Btw, I've been watching some amazing movies put out by Something Weird Video. What? you don't know what that is?! Lucky for you I posted the trailer, eh?
