Charles Bukowski
Charles Bukowski
Henry Charles Bukowskiwas an American poet, novelist, and short story writer...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth16 August 1920
CityAndernach, Germany
CountryUnited States of America
fall eye mirrors
I sit on the couch watching her arrange her long red hair before my bedroom mirror. she pulls her hair up and piles it on top of her head- she lets her eyes look at my eyes- then she drops her hair and lets it fall down in front of her face. we go to bed and I hold her speechlessly from the back my arm around her neck I touch her wrists and hands feel up to her elbows no further.
years ends middle
from the beginning, through the middle years and up to the end: too bad, too bad, too bad.
beautiful crazy mean
Oh, I don’t mean you’re handsome, not the way people think of handsome. Your face seems kind. But your eyes - they’re beautiful. They’re wild, crazy, like some animal peering out of a forest on fire.
kindness world gone
The world had somehow gone too far, and spontaneous kindness could never be so easy.
taken wine air
the last cigarettes are smoked, the loaves are sliced, and lest this be taken for wry sorrow, drown the spider in wine. you are much more than simply dead: I am a dish for your ashes, I am a fist for your vanished air. the most terrible thing about life is finding it gone.
nice book rose
There's nothing like privacy. You know, I like people. It's nice that they might like my books and all that...but I'm not the book, see? I'm the guy who wrote it, but I don't want them to come up and throw roses on me or anything. I want them to let me breathe.
funny powerful mean
I think that everything should be made available to everybody, and I mean LSD, cocaine, codeine, grass, opium, the works. Nothing on earth available to any man should be confiscated and made unlawful by other men in more seemingly powerful and advantageous positions.
unusual
There's nothing unusual about love.
mother father believe
It was hard for me to believe. When recess was over I sat in class and thought about it. My mother had a hole and my father had a dong that shot juice. How could they have things like that and walk around as if everything was normal, and talk about things, and then do it and not tell anybody?
stress madness daily-life
t was almost disappointing because it seemed when stress and madness were eliminated from my daily life there wasn't much left you could depend on.
humanity motto my-motto
Humanity, you never had it from the beginning." That was my motto.
rain reason grows
where some god pissed a rain of reason to make things grow only to die,
men names found
I've found out why men sign their names to their works- not that they created them but more than the others did not.
book luck impossible
a good book can make an almost impossible existence, liveable ( from 'the luck of the word' )