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
death morning eggs
... to die on a kitchen floor at 7 o'clock in the morning while other people are frying eggs is not so rough unless it happens to you.
soul my-soul
You have my soul and I have your money
moving tired night
And it seems people should not build houses anymore it seems people should stop working and sit in small rooms on second floors under electric lights without shades; it seems there is a lot to forget and a lot not to do and in drugstores, markets, bars, the people are tired, they do not want to move, and I stand there at night and look through this house and the house does not want to be built
fun agony years
we had such tremendous fun and much agony together for some years
loneliness simple despair
she was consumed by 3 simple things: drink, despair, loneliness; and 2 more: youth and beauty
silly coffee men
I would certainly end up forever crying the blues into a coffee cup in a park for old men playing chess or silly games of some sort.
good-luck eye past
we drove on and on, past little villages and both good things and bad things were happening to the people in those villages too, but I still was nothing but arms and ears and eyes and maybe there'd be either some good luck for me or more death tomorrow.
nylon rust sand
I have loved you woman as surely as I have named you rust and sand and nylon.
people burning hell
I am not like other people. I am burning in hell. The hell of myself.
thinking people faithful
To me, nudity is a joke. I don't think nude people are very attractive at all. I like my women fully clothed. I like to imagine what might be under there. It might not be the standard thing. Imagine, stripping a woman down, and she has a body like a little submarine. With periscope, propellers, torpedoes. That would be the one for me. I'd marry her right off and be faithful to the end.
angel clouds policemen
there are policemen in the street and angels in the clouds
waiting luck sometimes
Sometimes there's luck, When there is you stock up on it and wait for the other times
splits way sides
it was like any other relationship, there was jealousy on both sides, there were split-ups and reconciliations. there were also fragmented moments of great peace and beauty. I often tried to get away from her and she tied to get away from me but it was difficult: Cupid, in his strange way, was really there.
running practice skid-row
I made practice runs down to skid row to get ready for my future.