dead again

Ben phoned and said, “there’s a rumor going around that
you’re dead.   HUSTLER magazine has gotten 3 or 4 calls
about that.
“well,” I said, “maybe the dead can’t tell, maybe I’m
dead…”

5 years ago somebody started it:
“Bukowski’s dead.”

now it’s beginning again.
they want me dead very much.
I seem to be very much on the minds of the
death-wishers.
it’s irritating to some
that a man nearing sixty
continues to write.
it should give them hope instead of
rancor.

I’ll die, my friends, I have no doubt of
that
but I think that the history of our streets
would have less ugly names
if we could celebrate men’s lives
also.

Author
Charles Bukowski
Written
1978
Source
Original manuscript
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