Write about things you are passionate about. Anything else isn’t worth your time or your readers. If I write about something for reasons other than that I believe others should hear it, then it will be worthless.

I’m sure Bukowski had his struggles with writers block and countless revisions, but passion is the driving force to good writing.

The message of ‘write about what you believe in’ is what inspires me in this poem.

I can’t imagine how this poem can possibly inspire anyone. According to this author, real writers never have writer’s block. They’re never stuck for ideas. They’re never stymied by a blank page. They never revise. They never have to think about what they’re putting down.

According to this author, if you don’t write like he does, you’re not good enough. Writing’s not for you.

This is a lie, and a horrible one. Writing is a craft, one that can and must be practiced, one that’s hard to master. Works of staggering, heartbreaking genius don’t just spring fully-formed from their authors’ foreheads; they must be coaxed out of their larval forms, encouraged through revision and editing to shed their cocoons and spread their wings.

Please don’t believe a word this poem says. Bukowski didn’t write this poem to inspire. He wrote it to get rid of the competition.