so you want to be a writer?

July 8, 2016 | Words

by Charles Bukowski, the legend

New York.
New York.

if it doesn’t come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don’t do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don’t do it.
if you have to sit for hours
staring at your computer screen
or hunched over your
searching for words,
don’t do it.
if you’re doing it for money or
don’t do it.
if you’re doing it because you want
women in your bed,
don’t do it.
if you have to sit there and
rewrite it again and again,
don’t do it.
if it’s hard work just thinking about doing it,
don’t do it.
if you’re trying to write like somebody
forget about it.
if you have to wait for it to roar out of
then wait patiently.
if it never does roar out of you,
do something else.

if you first have to read it to your wife
or your girlfriend or your boyfriend
or your parents or to anybody at all,
you’re not ready.

don’t be like so many writers,
don’t be like so many thousands of
people who call themselves writers,
don’t be dull and boring and
pretentious, don’t be consumed with self-
the libraries of the world have
yawned themselves to
over your kind.
don’t add to that.
don’t do it.
unless it comes out of
your soul like a rocket,
unless being still would
drive you to madness or
suicide or murder,
don’t do it.
unless the sun inside you is
burning your gut,
don’t do it.

when it is truly time,
and if you have been chosen,
it will do it by
itself and it will keep on doing it
until you die or it dies in you.

there is no other way.

and there never was.

coffee stories, iii.

June 24, 2016 | Coffee
Coffee beans.
Coffee beans.

There is a story being told in the Congo. There is coffee in the Congo; excellent coffee, coffee with the potential to heal a nation. These two things, on the loop, on my mind. Images of Lake Kivu, the hills, and Congolese coffee farms. My heart bleeds. Second day at World of Coffee Dublin 2016. I wrote an article for Think Prague: 6 coffee shops in Prague. My heart skipped a beat when the legend that is The Coffeetographer featured my article in her own Coffee Stories. I draw inspiration from her and I am grateful for this mention. Thank you. I am back at my corner coffee shop in Žižkov; my barista prepares a warm flat white with a smile. An extra cup for when I am having a bad day. I don’t leave the house without my KeepCup anymore. My mom bought me a handmade džezva complete with intricate details and a small spoon from Sarajevo; I look forward to strong coffee with a pinch of cinnamon. The weather has definitely announced summer in Prague and there’ll be more of iced coffees from now on, too. Lavender or mint, perhaps. Here’s to summer.