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
men discouraged needed
That was all a man needed: hope. It was lack of hope that discouraged a man.
loneliness pride men
I was a man who thrived on solitude; without it I was like another man without food or water. Each day without solitude weakened me. I took no pride in my solitude; but I was dependent on it. The darkness of the room was like sunlight to me.
space misanthrope drink
I wasn't a misanthrope and I wasn't a misogynist but I liked being alone. It felt good to sit alone in a small space and smoke and drink. I had always been good company for myself.
fighting trying way
If you are going to try, go all the way or don't even start. If you follow it you will be alive with the gods. It is the only good fight there is.
hurt writing hot
Don't ever write a novel unless it hurts like a hot turd coming out.
giving mad atrocities
The nine-to-five is one of the greatest atrocities sprung upon mankind. You give your life to a function that doesn't interest you. This situation so repelled me that I was driven to drink, starvation, and mad females, simply as an alternative.
beautiful wine beer
Everything was a trap: women, drugs, whiskey, wine, scotch, beer - even beer - cigars, and cigarettes. Traps: Work or no work. Traps: Artistry or no artistry; everything sucked you into some spiderweb. I disdained the use of the needle for the same reason that I disdained some so-called beautiful women - the price was far beyond the measure of the worth. I didn't want to hustle that hard.
sweet mistake night
I only want sweet peace and kindliness when I awaken -- but there's always some finger pointing, telling me some terrible deed I committed during the night. It seems I make a lot of mistakes and it seems that I am not allowed any.
soul mind intellectual
Some lose all mind and become soul,insane. some lose all soul and become mind, intellectual. some lose both and become accepted
reinventing-yourself
Invent yourself and then reinvent yourself.
art differences life-is
The Difference Between Art and Life is that Art is More Bearable
pain book reading
It was a joy! Words weren't dull, words were things that could make your mind hum. If you read them and let yourself feel the magic, you could live without pain, with hope, no matter what happened to you.
jail needs drink
What? You’d dare drink right after getting out of jail for intoxication?” That’s when you need a drink the most.
rain dark feel-good
Cautiously, I allowed myself to feel good at times. I found moments of peace in cheap rooms just staring at the knobs of some dresser or listening to the rain in the dark. The less I needed the better I felt.