Style

"Wasteland Archive #045: The Bukowski Fragment"
"The page was brittle, yellowed with age, but the words still burned. Tucked inside an old courier’s satchel, It wasn’t just a poem; it was a manifesto. Each line struck like a blade, carving out the essence of individuality and purpose in a world drowned in conformity. I logged it into the archive, its defiant rhythm forever a reminder."

Style is the answer to everything,
A fresh way to approach a dull or dangerous thing,
To do a dull thing with style is preferable to doing a dangerous thing without it,
To do a dangerous thing with style is what I call art.

Bullfighting can be an art,
Boxing can be an art,
Loving can be an art,
Opening a can of sardines can be an art.

Not many have style.
Not many can keep style.
I have seen dogs with more style than men,
although not many dogs have style.
Cats have it with abundance.

When Hemingway put his brains to the wall with a shotgun,
that was style.
Or sometimes people give you style
Joan of Arc had style,
John the Baptist,
Christ,
Socrates,
Caesar,
García Lorca.
I have met men in jail with style.
I have met more men in jail with style than men out of jail.
Style is the difference, a way of doing, a way of being done.
Six herons standing quietly in a pool of water,
or you walking out of the bathroom, naked, without seeing me.

-Charles Bukowski