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
heart mind drones
whiskey makes the heart beat faster but it sure doesn't help the mind and isn't it funny how you can ache just from the deadly drone of existence?
good-night nice rain
I think that the world should be full of cats and full of rain, that's all, just cats and rain, rain and cats, very nice, good night.
running rain sleep
It will rain all this night and we will sleep transfixed by the dark water as our blood runs through our fragile life.
hurt self knives
I was young I was so young it hurt like a knife inside because there was no alternative except to hide as long as possible--- not in self-pity but with dismay at my limited chance: trying to connect.
secret type
I'm not the cruel type, but they are, and that's the secret.
death country flower
There's nothing to mourn about death any more than there is to mourn about the growing of a flower. What is terrible is not death but the lives people live or don't live up until their death. They don't honor their own lives ... their minds are full of cotton. They swallow God without thinking, they swallow country without thinking. Soon they forget how to think, they let others think for them.... Most people's deaths are a sham. There's nothing left to die.
drunk want asks
If you want to know where God is, ask a drunk.
normal feels
I feel strangely normal.
mad sick bird
We waste days like mad blackbirds and pray for alcoholic nightsour silk-sick human smiles wrap around us like somebody else's confetti
pleasant
There's nothing else as pleasant as being unpleasant when there's nothing else to do, and there's usually nothing else to do.
cities sick sidewalk
I am too sick to lay down the sidewalks frighten me the whole damned city frightens me, what I will become what I have become frightens me.
wall writing failing
nothing can save you except writing. it keeps the walls from failing.
games i-can
My part of the game is that I must live the best I can.
writing simple people
People just don't know how to write down a simple easy line. It's difficult for them; it's like trying to keep a hard-on while drowning - not many can do it.