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
running believe thinking
There may not be a hell, but those who judge may create one. I think people are over-taught. They are over-taught everything. You have to find out by what happens to you, how you will react. I'll have to use a strange term here... "good." I don't know where it comes from, but I feel that there's an ultimate strain of goodness born in each of us. I don't believe in God, but I believe in this "goodness" like a tube running through our bodies. It can be nurtured. It's always magic, when on a freeway packed with traffic, a stranger makes room for you to change lanes... it gives you hope.
writing wine men
the writing of some men is like a vast bridge that carries you over the many things that claw and tear. The Wine of Forever
play whiskey stealing
You can steal my women but don't play with my whiskey.
men faces different
Each man's hell is in a different place: mine is just up and behind my ruined face.
simple artist way
Intellectuals say simple things in difficult ways. Artists say difficult things in simple ways.
years wife three
Hell, I'd even failed with women. Three wives. Nothing really wrong each time. It all got destroyed by petty bickering. Railing about nothing. Getting pissed-off over anything and everything. Day by day, year by year, grinding. Instead of helping each other you just sliced away, picked at this or that. Goading. Endless goading. It became a cheap contest. And once you got into it, it became habitual. You couldn't seem to get out. You almost didn't want to get out. And then you did get out. All the way.
cheating believe men
A man needed somebody. There wasn't anybody around, so you had to make up somebody, make him up to be like a man should be. It wasn't make-believe or cheating. The other way was make-believe and cheating: living your life without a man like him around.
knives waiting soul
Don't wait for the good woman. She doesn't exist. There are women who can make you feel more with their bodies and their souls but these are the exact women who will turn the knife into you right in front of the crowd.
doctors mad lawyer
Lawyers, doctors, plumbers, they all made the money. Writers? Writers starved. Writers suicided. Writers went mad.
lonely lonely-places steak
God is a lonely place without steak.
lying i-can
I lie as truthfully as I can.
art pieces cheese
Art is its own excuse, and it's either Art or it's something else. It's either a poem or a piece of cheese.
cages restriction results
Complaint is often the result of an insufficient ability to live within the obvious restrictions of this god damned cage.
four faces firsts
Four days alone with nothing. Emerge empowered. The first human face you see will knock you back 50%.