Keep Your Bones

In 1963 Charles Bukowski wrote a letter to John William Corrington and it contains, to my mind, some quite fine bits of real damn loveliness.

Keep your bones in good motion, kid, and quietly consume and digest what is necessary. I think it is not so much important to build a literary thing as it is not to hurt things. I think it is important to be quiet and in love with park benches; solve whole areas of pain by walking across a rug.