In my work, as a writer, I only photograph, in words, what I see. If I write of “sadism” it is because it exists, I didn’t invent it, and if some terrible act occurs in my work it is because such things happen in our lives. I am not on the side of evil, if such a thing as evil abounds.
Bukowski’s letter to a library that banned his books – Boing Boing
Now this is fascinating. I’m used to comparisons between photography and writing, but almost always from the other side. Also: while there are some writers who feel photographic to me, I would probably never have thought to place Bukowski in that camp.
