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
girl jobs wall
pull a string, a puppet moves ... each man must realize that it can all disappear very quickly: the cat, the woman, the job, the front tire, the bed, the walls, the room; all our necessities including love, rest on foundations of sand -- and any given cause, no matter how unrelated: the death of a boy in Hong Kong or a blizzard in Omaha ... can serve as your undoing. all your chinaware crashing to the kitchen floor, your girl will enter and you'll be standing, drunk, in the center of it and she'll ask: my god, what's the matter? and you'll answer: I don't know, I don't know ...
hate feel-better people
Do you hate people? I don't hate them...I just feel better when they're not around.
men causes made
I am a dolt of a man, easily made happy or even stupidly happy almost without cause and left alone I am mostly content.
world mines
I kept telling myself that all the women in the world weren´t whores, just mine.
fighting men humanity
We do not abandon ship. I say, as corny as it may sound, through the strength and spirit and fire and dare and gamble of a few men in a few ways we can save the carcass of humanity from drowning. No light goes out until it goes out. Let's fight as men, not rats. Period. No further addition.
past magic common
The centuries are sprinkled with rare magic with divine creatures who help us get past the common and extraordinary ills that beset us
sick people needs
People need me. I fill them. If they can't see me for a while they get desperate, they get sick. But if I see them too often I get sick. It's hard to feed without getting fed.
dirty party drinking
Parties sickened me. I hated the game-playing, the dirty play, the flirting, the amateurs drunks, the bores.
lost wells
Well, we lost it, and that’s all there is to that.
football lonely drinking
Women: I liked the colors of their clothing; the way they walked; the cruelty in some faces; now and then the almost pure beauty in another face, totally and enchantingly female. They had it over us: they planned much better and were better organized. While men were watching professional football or drinking beer or bowling, they, the women, were thinking about us, concentrating, studying, deciding - whether to accept us, discard us, exchange us, kill us or whether simply to leave us. In the end it hardly mattered; no matter what they did, we ended up lonely and insane.
beautiful fighting pouring
Lighting new cigarettes, pouring more drinks. It has been a beautiful fight. Still is.
arguing agnostic
I was an Agnostic. Agnostics didn't have much to argue about.
nice men enough
It’s nice enough to make a man weep, but I don’t weep, do you?
hair long nightmare
He had long nostril hairs, powerfully intimidating, like an unscheduled nightmare.