“We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.” Charles Bukowski
I do hope you are living a life that conforms to your desires, and not your fears. Some of us fearful ones took comfort a week ago in the crypt of our patron saint in Prague, Bukowski’s. A literary event for two reasons, and thus appropriate for AWwYP posting. First, it’s BUKOWSKI’s! And secondly, it was a a reunion of the writers and artists’group I germinated on my first trip to Prague almost three years ago.
The portly pilgrim getting in character here on the right is Glen, a Canuck with a published novel written in Czech (recall that Polish writer Joseph Conrad wrote all this novels in English, a language he did not even speak until he was 20). Glen has an unpublished collection of 52 short stories that, according to him, is all about sex and drugs and rock’n’roll in the 90’s in Prague. Oh…and Glen owns the place! Bukowski’s is the Rick’s in Casa Blanca. Come here to be seen by all the wrong people… And here starts many a beautiful relationship. Thanks for the free beer, Glen!
The woman on the left flirts with the cameraman, adjusting to the disappointing news that I’m spoken for.
Pianist Karolina Blank and husband, author Mischa Blank, with writer Helen Thompson and two dudes I don’t even know.
Writer Helen Thompson and or friend Veronica light up the tomb with those glowing smiles.
The point to this post? There is none! Just livin’ the life in dead center Europe, Bohemian Rhapsody!
Stay tuned for a changing of the guard here at the Towers that are A Word with You Press!
PS. The Grim Reaper never drinks at Bukowski’s. It gives him a killer headache. And the answer to the question, does he wear a condom? Yes, but only when his influence expands.