Let's begin today with a poem by one of my all-time favorite poets, Charles Bukowski, about one of my all-time favorite fiction writers:
Carson McCullers
she died of alcoholism
wrapped in a blanket
on a deck chair
on an ocean
steamer.
all her books of
terrified loneliness
all her books about
the cruelty
of loveless love
were all that was left
of her
as the strolling vacationer
discovered her body
notified the captain
and she was quickly dispatched
to somewhere else
on the ship
as everything
continued just
as
she had written it
And we can end today here, with some photos taken by filmmaker Mike Figgis at this year’s Cannes Film Festival: