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
I hope that death contains less than this.
hell bother
Those who escape hell however never talk about it and nothing much bothers them after that
marijuana men medicine
The whole LSD, STP, marijuana, heroin, hashish, prescription cough medicine crowd suffers from the "Watchtower" itch: you gotta be with us, man, or you're out, you're dead. This pitch is a continual and seeming MUST with those who use the stuff. It's no wonder they keep getting busted.
drink response
That's your response to everything: drink?" "No, that's my response to nothing.
shoes shirts
I will put on my shoes and shirt and get out of here - it'll be better for all of us.
want ifs
If you want to create, you'll create...
hate facade
hate contains truth. beauty is a facade.
purple doe strange
purple does something strange to me
way
I am a poem. There is no way out.
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.