Charles Bukowski - Beasts Bounding Through Time lyrics

Van Gogh writing his brother for paints
Hemingway testing his shotgun
Celine going broke as a doctor of medicine
The impossibility of being human
Villon expelled from Paris for being a thief
Faulkner drunk in the gutters of his town
The impossibility of being human
Burroughs killing his wife with a gun
Mailer stabbing his
The impossibility of being human
Maupassant going mad in a rowboat
Dostoyevsky lined up against a
Wall to be shot crane off the back of a
Boat into the propeller the impossibility
Sylvia with her head in the
Oven like a baked potato
Harry Crosby leaping into that Black Sun
Lorca murdered in the road by Spanish troops
The impossibility
Artaud sitting on a madhouse bench
Chatterton drinking rat poison
Shakespeare a plagiarist
Beethoven with a horn stuck into
His head against deafness
The impossibility the impossibility
Nietzsche gone totally mad
The impossibility of being human
All too human this breathing
In and out out and in
These punks these cowards
These champions these mad dogs of glory
Moving this little bit of light toward us
Impossibly