Henry listening to Thelonious Monk in the afternoon, feeling different and reading Bukowski, how did Buk know so much? The God stuff spot on, for instance;
“the gods seldom
but so quickly
“the gods play no
He calls them "the gods," using “g” in lower case, disrespecting God with the lower case designation, " the gods" the same as the rest of the clowns for him. Henry wondered how many of Buk’s “gods” were out there?
“The whole world is a sack of shit ripping open. I can´t save it.”
Well now isn’t that lovely Henry thought, and true too.
Henry feeling much the same as Buk on this, in a recent story, “ 10 Minutes Today” saying,
"For Henry it was lazy writing, no more stories, nothing left, writing on nothing, about nothing, there was nothing at all just a 'bag of shit ripping open'. "
As well as a Tweet @FigaroLucowski,
“John Cusack is a great talent as a writer, very passionate, I wish I could say I gave a shit about the world, like he does.”
Cusack sees world government as a conspiracy, self-interest enforced using brutality in the face of common sense. The kid passionate, but for Bukowski or Henry just another day in the shit bag, nothing much to think about, all three cynical, distrustful and cowed by world government.
Henry's book “ Mescaline Sombrero” well, maybe it sucked, the stories were great but it needed more editing, nobody bought it, he had enough stuff in the can to put a new and better book out.
He loved writing, cheaper, more laid back, not physical and messy like painting. Writing a laid back way to look at the world, writing an awesome groove.