I thumbed through some poems from Charles Bukowski's
The Pleasures of the Damned
here's some Bukowski inspiration:
Charles Bukowski's gravestone reads "DON'T TRY"
When asked What do you do? How do you write, create?
You don't. You don't try. That's very important: not to try, either for Cadillacs, creation or immortality. You wait, and if nothing happens, you wait some more. It's like a bug high on the wall. You wait for it to come to you. When it gets close enough you reach out, slap out and kill it. Or if you like it's looks you make a pet of it.
a short poem from The Pleasures of the Damned:
the lair of the hunted is
hidden in the last place
you'd ever look
and even if you find it
you won't believe
it's really there
in much the same way
as the average person
will not believe a great painting
I always thought Bukowski's poems were exquisitely perceptive and charming
here's a good documentary if you don't know much about him