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
drunk
I used to lay drunk in alleys and I probably will again.Bukowski, who is he? I read about Bukowski and it doesn't seem like anything to do with me.
real men poet
The poet, as a rule, is a half-man - a sissy, not a real person, and he is in no shape to lead real men in matters of blood, or courage.
horse men mind
A man who can beat the horses can do anything he makes up his mind to do.
space giving people
All our days are marked with/ unexpected/ affronts--some/ disastrous, others/ less so/ but the process is/ wearing and/ continuous./ Attrition rules./ Most give/ way/ leaving/ empty spaces/ where people should/ be.
believe writing phones
and then there are some who believe that old relationships can be revived and made new again. but please if you feel that way don't phone don't write don't arrive
trust too-late realizing
there are worse things than being alone but it often takes decades to realize this and most often when you do it's too late and there's nothing worse than too late
cat drunk looks
and now sometimes I'm interviewed, they want to hear about life and literature and I get drunk and hold up my cross-eyed, shot, runover de-tailed cat and I say,"look, look at this!" but they don't understand, they say something like,"you say you've been influenced by Celine?" no," I hold the cat up,"by what happens, by things like this, by this, by this!
dying easy should
Dying should come easy: like a freight train you don't hear when your back is turned.
years desire poverty
What a weary time those years were -- to have the desire and the need to live but not the ability.
mean kids voice
Even the stove and the refrigerator looked human, I mean good human - they seemed to have arms and voices and they said, hang around, kid, it's good here, it can be very good here.
nobody ever finds the one
jobs feelings secret
I always started a job with the feeling that I'd soon quit or be fired, and this gave ma a relaxex manner that was mistaken for intelligence or some secret power.
moving use bigs
We use such big words to move nowhere.
legs poet said
but as God said, crossing his legs, I see where I have made plenty of poets but not so very much poetry.