I tend to spend the day with the family, eating too much food and drinking too much alcohol. Come the evening I have a little tradition that began three or four years ago whereby once my family have fallen asleep in front of the television I escape to my bedroom and settle down with the words of the my favourite poet Charles Bukowski.
This year I was given a poetry anthology as a gift by my sister. It is titled Being Human and is the third book in a trilogy of anthologies featuring modern poetry, or as the tagline suggests: "Real poems for unreal times". Before getting to Bukowski I thought I'd have a browse through the anthology (which, ironically, does not contain any Bukowski poems). In my browsing I stumbled across a little gem entitled Inscription by a Portuguese poet called Sophia De Mello Breyner:
When I die I will return to seek
The moments I did not live by the sea
Short and sweet and particularly poignant for me at this point in my life. I am planning to move away from the coast for the first time in my twenty five years. I am not sure why. With each passing day that draws me closer to my departure (or self-imposed exile?) I wonder if I am doing the right thing. Or rather, for the right reasons. I won't go into it now (as I am already late for my date with Bukowski) but seeing that poem brought all the creeping doubts to the forefront of my already over-crowded mind.
In the worlds of Hank Moody paraphrasing The Clash:
Should I stay or should I rock the casbah?
Maybe Bukowski will give me some answers...