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
girlfriend jobs mean
If you're going to try, go all the way. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives, jobs and maybe your mind.
heart humans knows
The human heart, as of course we all know is essentially good
confused eye hair
And there I was, 225 pounds, perpetually lost and confused, short legs, ape-like upper body, all chest, no neck, head too large, blurred eyes, hair uncombed, 6 feet of geek, waiting for her.
ideas space interesting
I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn't have a god, politics, ideas, ideals. I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. I didn't make for an interesting person. I didn't want to be interesting, it was too hard. What I really wanted was only a soft, hazy space to live in, and to be left alone.
cat writing rose
Some people have written that my writing has helped them go on. It has helped me too. The writing, the roses, the 9 cats.
struggle
...having nothing to struggle against they have nothing to struggle for.
thinking light doors
There's a small balcony here, the door is open and I can see the lights of the cars on the Harbor Freeway south, they never stop, that roll of lights, on and on. All those people. What are they doing? What are they thinking? We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't.
reading book reading-books
Beware Those Who Are ALWAYS READING BOOKS
horse booze get-back
I'll get back to the whores and the horses and the booze, while there's time.
rose hustle born
i was born to hustle roses down the avenue of the dead.
finals world four
The apartment was built at the edge of a high cliff so that when you looked out the back window it seemed as if you were twelve floors up instead of four. It was very much like living on the edge of the world - a last resting place before the final big drop.
ends arcs
For each Joan of Arc there is a Hitler perched at the other end of the teeter-totter.
way ends wedges
That's the way it ends. The thin edge of the wedge.
crazy said sane
I thought you were sane," I said, "but you're just as crazy as the rest of them.