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
flesh sitting afternoon
it is good to be sitting some place in public at 2:30 in the afternoon without getting the flesh ripped from your bones.
fate chance trapped
there's no chance at all: we are all trapped by a singular fate.
beautiful ocean thinking
she is no longer the beautiful woman she was. she sends photos of herself sitting upon a rock by the ocean alone and damned. I could have had her once. I wonder if she thinks I could have saved her?
listening knowing-god knows
we know God is dead, they've told us, but listening to you I wasn't sure.
clever writing hiding
I'm very clever at hiding poems perhaps more clever than I am at writing them.
eye thinking flames
I was only kidding about the hundred," she says. oh," I say, "what will it cost me?" she lights her cigarette with my lighter and looks at me through the flame: her eyes tell me. look," I say, "I don't think I can ever pay that price again.
cities race stupidity
The human race had always disgusted me. essentially, what made them disgusting was the family-relationship illness, which included marriage, exchange of power and aid, which neighborhood, your district, your city, your county, your state, your nation-everybody grabbing each other's assholes in the Honeycomb of survival out of a fear-animalistic stupidity.
crazy love-you said
I'm going, she said. I love you but you're crazy, you're doomed.
ass streets madhouses
Basically, that's why I wrote: to save my ass, to save my ass from the madhouse, from the streets, from myself.
rain men hands
I would give anything for a female's hand on me tonight. they soften a man and then leave him listening to the rain.
reality people letters
People were usually much better in their letters than in reality. They were much like poets in this way.
typewriters computer
I am aware that a computer can’t create a poem, but neither can a typewriter.
horse pockets good-horse
Keep your money in your pocket. Or bet it on a good horse.
lonely loneliness wine
I've never been lonely. I like myself. I'm the best form of entertainment I have. Let's drink more wine!