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
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.
rivers fame turds
When a writer is swayed with his fame and his fortune, you can float him down the river with the turds.
mirrors ugly wonder
I often stood in front of the mirror alone, wondering how ugly a person could get.
light people darkness
since some people had told me that I was ugly, I always preferred shade to the sun, darkness to light
morning smoking cigarette
we sat there smoking cigarettes at 5 in the morning.
taken hated courage-to-love
I hated you when it would have taken less courage to love.
clarity meant-to-be
there's no clarity. there was never meant to be clarity.
love too-much used
and love is a word used too much and much too soon.
world lasts caught
the whole world is caught in her glance and at last the universe is magnificent.
eye sea color
and the color in my eyes has gone back into the sea.