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
mass sane know-how
the masses are everywhere they know how to do things: they have sane and deadly angers for sane and deadly things.
believe wine play
There would never be a way for me to live comfortably with people. Maybe I'd become a monk. I'd pretend to believe in God and live in a cubicle, play an organ and stay drunk on wine.
numbers turds worst
The worst thing for a writer is to know another writer, and worse than that, to know a number of other writers. Like flies on the same turd.
song white forever
I have a face like a washrag. I sing love songs and carry steel. I would rather die than cry. I can't stand hounds can't live without them. I hang my head against the white refrigerator and want to scream like the last weeping of life forever but I am bigger than the mountains.
the history of melancholia includes all of us.
finished
this time has finished me.
jail goes-on forget
As we go on with our lives we tend to forget that the jails and the hospitals and the madhouses and the graveyards are packed.
horse fall coffee
it doesn't matter if Prince Charles falls off his horse or that the hummingbird is so seldom seen or that we are too senseless to go insane. coffee. give us more of that NOTHING coffee.
father luck would-be
Bad luck for the young poet would be a rich father, an early marriage, an early success or the ability to do anything well.
book people waiting
That's how it is with books, isn't it: They're not in a hurry. They'll wait for you till you're ready. People empty me. I have to go away to refill.
bob way dylan
but right now it's Bob Dylan Bob Dylan Bob Dylan all the way.
youth celebration one-time
my youth, one time, that time I knew even through the nothingness, it was a celebration of something not to do but only know.
morning holiday phones
soon I'll finish this 5th of Puerto Rican rum. in the morning I'll vomit and shower, drive back in, have a sandwich by 1 p.m., be back in my room by 2, stretched on the bed, waiting for the phone to ring, not answering, my holiday is an evasion, mt reasoning is not.
doors locks ashamed
don't be ashamed of anything; I guess God meant it all like locks on doors.