When loneliness stops being a wound and starts being an , it ceases to hurt. It becomes as natural as breathing. The Grime as a Cathedral Unlike the romantic poets who saw solitude as a sublime, mountainous retreat, Bukowski’s loneliness is urban. It smells of stale beer, cheap carpet, and unwashed sheets. He finds holiness not in nature, but in neglect.
He has moved from lonely (a lack) to alone (a state of being). Bukowski’s genius is realizing that the tipping point between the two is actually a moment of profound, gritty peace. Most self-help books tell you to fight loneliness. Join a club. Download an app. Go for a walk. Bukowski offers a dangerous, addictive alternative: Surrender . Charles Bukowski A Veces Estoy Tan Solo Que Tiene Sentido
Bukowski gives us permission to stop struggling. He gives us permission to look into the abyss, light a cigarette, and nod. When loneliness stops being a wound and starts