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
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.
mistake
It began as a mistake.
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.
travel thinking trouble
I don't think I'll travel anymore. Travel is nothing but an inconvenience. There is always enough trouble where you are.
waiting pumps term
I never pump up my vulgarity. I wait for it to arrive in its own terms.
gun sick intellectual
LSD, yeah, the big parade – everybody's doin' it now. Take LSD, then you are a poet, an intellectual. What a sick mob. I am building a machine gun in my closet now to take out as many of them as I can before they get me.
war army noble
There are no good wars or bad wars. The only thing bad about a war is to lose it. All wars have been fought for a so-called good Cause on both sides. But only the victor's Cause becomes history's Noble Cause. It's not a matter of who is right or who is wrong, it's a matter of who has the best generals and the better army!