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
cat mind creeps
terror finally becomes almost bearable but never quite terror creeps like a cat crawls like a cat across my mind
guy lucky blame
I can't blame her. but wonder why she's here with me? where are the other guys? how can you be lucky? having someone the others have abandoned?
running men alive
like the fox I run with the hunted and if I’m not the happiest man on earth I’m surely the luckiest man alive.
people needs form
People don't need love. What they need is success in one form or another. It can be love but it needn't be.
eight ninety hundred
of one hundred movies there's one that is fair, one that's good and ninety eight that are very bad. most movies start badly and steadily get worse
love-is men average
beware those quick to praise for they need praise in return beware those who are quick to censor they are afraid of what they do not know beware those who seek constant crowds for they are nothing alone beware the average man the average woman beware their love, their love is average seeks average
thinking young dies
young or old, good or bad, I don't think anything dies as slow and as hard as a writer.
grace strange pleasure
I take much pleasure in being alone but there is also a strange warm grace in not being alone.
ocean years genius
I met a genius on the train today about 6 years old, he sat beside me and as the train ran down along the coast we came to the ocean and then he looked at me and said, it’s not pretty.
laughter feet laughing
my 6 foot goddess makes me laugh the laughter of the mutilated who still need love... she has saved me from everything that is not here
would-be be-you
I knew it would be you
strong-women soul good-woman
And yet women-good women--frightened me because they eventually wanted your soul, and what was left of mine, I wanted to keep.
vitality
But she projected vitality - you knew that she was there.
hands jail contentment
They looked as if nothing had ever touched them--all well-mothered, protected, with a soft sheen of contentment. None of them had ever been in jail, or worked hard with their hands, or even gotten a traffic ticket. Skimmed-milk jollies, the whole bunch.