"Uh, those who say the poet is very private and precious person, I don't agree with. Generally, he is just a dumb, fiddling a**hole writing insecure lines that don't come through, believing he's immortal, waiting for his immortality which never arrives. Because the poor f**er just can't write. Most poets, coets, whoets, carrots, can't even write a simple line. Like, “The dog walked down the street.”Nothing should ever be done that should be done. It has to come out like a good hot beer sh**" - Charles Bukowski