Bukowski: no baby, if you’re going to create
you’re going to create whether you work
16 hours a day in a coal mine
you’re going to create in a small room with 3 children
while you’re on
you’re going to create with part of your mind and your body blown
you’re going to create blind
you’re going to create with a cat crawling up your
the whole city trembles in earthquake, bombardment,
flood and fire.
baby, air and light and time and space
have nothing to do with it
and don’t create anything
except maybe a longer life to find
Jen: OH YEAH, CHARLES? Well, I just got the keys to my LMCC studio and I’m gonna spend nine months CREATING THE SHIT OUT OF THIS SHIT with my fuckin AIR SPACE TIME LIGHT. So take that.
Bukowski: Why do I even care what you think? I’m famous. And dead.
Jen: You ain’t lyin.