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
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.
alcohol glorious drinkers
There was nothing glorious about the life of a drinker or the life of a writer.
song tonight rachmaninoff
What were you going to do tonight?" "I was going to listen to the songs of Rachmaninoff." "Who's that?" "A dead Russian.
way wells feels
I didn't feel that way about it. I had been playing with death for some time. I can't say we were the best of friends but we were well acquainted.
reality california southern
Disneyland remains the central attraction of Southern California, but the graveyard remains our reality.
tired effort enough
I'm too careless. I don't put out enough effort. I'm tired.
mother two three
my mother, poor fish, wanting to be happy, beaten two or three times a week, telling me to be happy: "Henry, smile! why don't you ever smile?" and then she would smile, to show me how, and it was the saddest smile I ever saw
sky pimp cab-drivers
well, death says, as he walks by, I'm going to get you anyhow no matter what you've been: writer, cab-driver, pimp, butcher, sky-diver, I'm going to get you
agony sometimes form
agony sometimes changes form but it never ceases for anybody.
blood suffering mouths
Fay had a spot of blood on the left side of her mouth and I took a wet cloth and wiped it off. Women were meant to suffer; no wonder they asked for constant declarations of love.