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
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%.
phones stupidity may
If you can only remain pure in your stupidity, someday you may get a phone call from hell.
jesus style arcs
Joan of Arc had style. Jesus had style.
stupid hard-work mad
Most of the world was mad. And the part that wasn't mad was angry. And the part that wasn't mad or angry was just stupid. I had no chance. I had no choice. Just hang on and wait for the end. It was hard work. It was the hardest work imaginable.
loser winner
In a capitalistic society the losers slaved for the winners and you have to have more losers than winners.
hair water faces
I went to the bathroom and threw some water on my face, combed my hair. If I could only comb that face, I thought, but I can't.