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
defeat
There's music in everything, even defeat
writing sometimes easy
The writing's easy, it's the living that is sometimes difficult.
als
they say that nothing is wasted: either that or it al is
mean sleep talking
Human relationships are strange. I mean, you are with one person a while, eating and sleeping and living with them, loving them, talking to them, going places together, and then it stops.
eye sick hatred
I held her wrists and then I got it through the eyes: hatred, centuries deep and true. I was wrong and graceless and sick. all the things I had learned had been wasted. there was no creature living as foul as I and all my poems were false.
couple years lovely
The years have gone by quickly. Death sits in the seat next to me. We make a lovely couple.
fall fall-back
You've got to rise from the floor alone or fall back alone.
littles lasts bad-jokes
Death meant little to me. It was the last joke in a series of bad jokes.
perspective people dangerous
People in love often become edgy, dangerous. They lose their sense of perspective.
lines beggar
Writers are nothing but beggars with a good line.
moral human-experience grounded
Morals were restrictive, but they were grounded on human experience.
men never-trust never-trust-a-man
Never trust a man in a jumpsuit
lovers what-you-love all-things
Find what you love and let it kill you. For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.
pride darkness solitude
I took no pride in my solitude; but I was dependent on it. The darkness of the room was like sunlight to me.