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Rosencratz ha scritto: mer set 24, 2025 21:58

uazza ha scritto: gio set 04, 2025 10:16 The subtle art of not giving a fuck - Mark Manson

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Charles Bukowski was an alcoholic, a womanizer, a chronic gambler, a lout,
a cheapskate, a deadbeat, and on his worst days, a poet. He’s probably the
last person on earth you would ever look to for life advice or expect to see in
any sort of self-help book.
Which is why he’s the perfect place to start.
Bukowski wanted to be a writer. But for decades his work was rejected
by almost every magazine, newspaper, journal, agent, and publisher he
submitted to. His work was horrible, they said. Crude. Disgusting. Depraved.
And as the stacks of rejection slips piled up, the weight of his failures pushed
him deep into an alcohol-fueled depression that would follow him for most of
his life.
Bukowski had a day job as a letter-filer at a post office. He got paid shit
money and spent most of it on booze. He gambled away the rest at the
racetrack. At night, he would drink alone and sometimes hammer out poetry
on his beat-up old typewriter. Often, he’d wake up on the floor, having
passed out the night before.
Thirty years went by like this, most of it a meaningless blur of alcohol,
drugs, gambling, and prostitutes. Then, when Bukowski was fifty, after a
lifetime of failure and self-loathing, an editor at a small independent
publishing house took a strange interest in him. The editor couldn’t offer
Bukowski much money or much promise of sales. But he had a weird
affection for the drunk loser, so he decided to take a chance on him. It was
the first real shot Bukowski had ever gotten, and, he realized, probably the
only one he would ever get. Bukowski wrote back to the editor: “I have one
of two choices—stay in the post office and go crazy . . . or stay out here and
play at writer and starve. I have decided to starve.”

Letto. Molto illuminante. Una revisione dello stoicismo in chiave moderna Avevano fatto anche un docufilm fino apoco tempo fa su Netflix.

uazza ha scritto: ven ott 03, 2025 4:29

Rosencratz ha scritto: mer set 24, 2025 21:58

uazza ha scritto: gio set 04, 2025 10:16 The subtle art of not giving a fuck - Mark Manson

Dalla prima pagina:

Charles Bukowski was an alcoholic, a womanizer, a chronic gambler, a lout,
a cheapskate, a deadbeat, and on his worst days, a poet. He’s probably the
last person on earth you would ever look to for life advice or expect to see in
any sort of self-help book.
Which is why he’s the perfect place to start.
Bukowski wanted to be a writer. But for decades his work was rejected
by almost every magazine, newspaper, journal, agent, and publisher he
submitted to. His work was horrible, they said. Crude. Disgusting. Depraved.
And as the stacks of rejection slips piled up, the weight of his failures pushed
him deep into an alcohol-fueled depression that would follow him for most of
his life.
Bukowski had a day job as a letter-filer at a post office. He got paid shit
money and spent most of it on booze. He gambled away the rest at the
racetrack. At night, he would drink alone and sometimes hammer out poetry
on his beat-up old typewriter. Often, he’d wake up on the floor, having
passed out the night before.
Thirty years went by like this, most of it a meaningless blur of alcohol,
drugs, gambling, and prostitutes. Then, when Bukowski was fifty, after a
lifetime of failure and self-loathing, an editor at a small independent
publishing house took a strange interest in him. The editor couldn’t offer
Bukowski much money or much promise of sales. But he had a weird
affection for the drunk loser, so he decided to take a chance on him. It was
the first real shot Bukowski had ever gotten, and, he realized, probably the
only one he would ever get. Bukowski wrote back to the editor: “I have one
of two choices—stay in the post office and go crazy . . . or stay out here and
play at writer and starve. I have decided to starve.”

Letto. Molto illuminante. Una revisione dello stoicismo in chiave moderna Avevano fatto anche un docufilm fino apoco tempo fa su Netflix.

Non posseggo tv dal 2007, tentomeno netflix,
Pero sarei curioso di vedere il docufilm, ti ricordi il titolo cosi da poterlo cercare in rete?
Hai letto il cartaceo? Io ho scaricato il pdf da archive.org

Rosencratz ha scritto: ven ott 03, 2025 12:11

uazza ha scritto: ven ott 03, 2025 4:29

Rosencratz ha scritto: mer set 24, 2025 21:58

uazza ha scritto: gio set 04, 2025 10:16 The subtle art of not giving a fuck - Mark Manson

Dalla prima pagina:

Charles Bukowski was an alcoholic, a womanizer, a chronic gambler, a lout,
a cheapskate, a deadbeat, and on his worst days, a poet. He’s probably the
last person on earth you would ever look to for life advice or expect to see in
any sort of self-help book.
Which is why he’s the perfect place to start.
Bukowski wanted to be a writer. But for decades his work was rejected
by almost every magazine, newspaper, journal, agent, and publisher he
submitted to. His work was horrible, they said. Crude. Disgusting. Depraved.
And as the stacks of rejection slips piled up, the weight of his failures pushed
him deep into an alcohol-fueled depression that would follow him for most of
his life.
Bukowski had a day job as a letter-filer at a post office. He got paid shit
money and spent most of it on booze. He gambled away the rest at the
racetrack. At night, he would drink alone and sometimes hammer out poetry
on his beat-up old typewriter. Often, he’d wake up on the floor, having
passed out the night before.
Thirty years went by like this, most of it a meaningless blur of alcohol,
drugs, gambling, and prostitutes. Then, when Bukowski was fifty, after a
lifetime of failure and self-loathing, an editor at a small independent
publishing house took a strange interest in him. The editor couldn’t offer
Bukowski much money or much promise of sales. But he had a weird
affection for the drunk loser, so he decided to take a chance on him. It was
the first real shot Bukowski had ever gotten, and, he realized, probably the
only one he would ever get. Bukowski wrote back to the editor: “I have one
of two choices—stay in the post office and go crazy . . . or stay out here and
play at writer and starve. I have decided to starve.”

Letto. Molto illuminante. Una revisione dello stoicismo in chiave moderna Avevano fatto anche un docufilm fino apoco tempo fa su Netflix.

Non posseggo tv dal 2007, tentomeno netflix,
Pero sarei curioso di vedere il docufilm, ti ricordi il titolo cosi da poterlo cercare in rete?
Hai letto il cartaceo? Io ho scaricato il pdf da archive.org

Credo che abbia lo stesso titolo

uazza ha scritto: ven ott 03, 2025 13:48

Rosencratz ha scritto: ven ott 03, 2025 12:11

uazza ha scritto: ven ott 03, 2025 4:29

Rosencratz ha scritto: mer set 24, 2025 21:58

uazza ha scritto: gio set 04, 2025 10:16 The subtle art of not giving a fuck - Mark Manson

Dalla prima pagina:

Charles Bukowski was an alcoholic, a womanizer, a chronic gambler, a lout,
a cheapskate, a deadbeat, and on his worst days, a poet. He’s probably the
last person on earth you would ever look to for life advice or expect to see in
any sort of self-help book.
Which is why he’s the perfect place to start.
Bukowski wanted to be a writer. But for decades his work was rejected
by almost every magazine, newspaper, journal, agent, and publisher he
submitted to. His work was horrible, they said. Crude. Disgusting. Depraved.
And as the stacks of rejection slips piled up, the weight of his failures pushed
him deep into an alcohol-fueled depression that would follow him for most of
his life.
Bukowski had a day job as a letter-filer at a post office. He got paid shit
money and spent most of it on booze. He gambled away the rest at the
racetrack. At night, he would drink alone and sometimes hammer out poetry
on his beat-up old typewriter. Often, he’d wake up on the floor, having
passed out the night before.
Thirty years went by like this, most of it a meaningless blur of alcohol,
drugs, gambling, and prostitutes. Then, when Bukowski was fifty, after a
lifetime of failure and self-loathing, an editor at a small independent
publishing house took a strange interest in him. The editor couldn’t offer
Bukowski much money or much promise of sales. But he had a weird
affection for the drunk loser, so he decided to take a chance on him. It was
the first real shot Bukowski had ever gotten, and, he realized, probably the
only one he would ever get. Bukowski wrote back to the editor: “I have one
of two choices—stay in the post office and go crazy . . . or stay out here and
play at writer and starve. I have decided to starve.”

Letto. Molto illuminante. Una revisione dello stoicismo in chiave moderna Avevano fatto anche un docufilm fino apoco tempo fa su Netflix.

Non posseggo tv dal 2007, tentomeno netflix,
Pero sarei curioso di vedere il docufilm, ti ricordi il titolo cosi da poterlo cercare in rete?
Hai letto il cartaceo? Io ho scaricato il pdf da archive.org

Credo che abbia lo stesso titolo

Of course

u d' kkiù ha scritto: lun nov 03, 2025 21:08 Sebastiano Diciassette: "Ogni bel gioco"

Una raccolta di racconti che narra le gesta sconclusionate di un gruppo di ragazzi sullo sfondo di una Bari degli anni ‘80/’90.
Come dei perdenti James Dean della modernità, a cui si rifà allusivamente il titolo del primo racconto (Rebel Without A Cause diventa sarcasticamente Ragionieri senza una ragione, giocando con una serie di cortocircuiti semantici), i nostri anti-eroi paiono incarnare quella triste spregiudicatezza e malinconica immoralità presente in molti personaggi di Andrea Pazienza, tra immancabili sbronze, droghe e incontri/scontri con le forze dell’ordine.

viafiorino ha scritto: mar nov 11, 2025 12:15

u d' kkiù ha scritto: lun nov 03, 2025 21:08 Sebastiano Diciassette: "Ogni bel gioco"

Una raccolta di racconti che narra le gesta sconclusionate di un gruppo di ragazzi sullo sfondo di una Bari degli anni ‘80/’90.
Come dei perdenti James Dean della modernità, a cui si rifà allusivamente il titolo del primo racconto (Rebel Without A Cause diventa sarcasticamente Ragionieri senza una ragione, giocando con una serie di cortocircuiti semantici), i nostri anti-eroi paiono incarnare quella triste spregiudicatezza e malinconica immoralità presente in molti personaggi di Andrea Pazienza, tra immancabili sbronze, droghe e incontri/scontri con le forze dell’ordine.

Che tu sappia, esiste anche il formato " cartaceo "?

u d' kkiù ha scritto: dom nov 02, 2025 22:00 Nicola Lagioia: "Riportando tutto a casa"