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
love-is firsts
love be damned now as love was damned when it first arrived.
play often-is giving
When you play the field selfishly everything works against you: one can’t insist on love or demand affection. you’re finally left with whatever you have been willing to give which often is: nothing.
jobs profession full-time-jobs
A woman is a full time job. You have to choose your profession.
crowds gathering creation
The crowd is the gathering place of the weakest; true creation is a solitary act.
running moving school
There is nothing that teaches you more than regrouping after failure and moving on. Yet most people are stricken with fear. They fear failure so much that they fail. They are too conditioned, too used to being told what to do. It begins with the family, runs through school and goes into the business world.
communism capitalism survived
Capitalism has survived communism. Now, it eats away at itself.
accomplishment worthy ifs
To not to have entirely wasted one’s life seems to be a worthy accomplishment, if only for myself.
people want not-interested
I am not a snob; it is simply that I am not interested with what most people have to say, or what they want to do — mostly with my time.
be-kind faces like-you
Those faces you see every day on the streets were not created entirely without hope: be kind to them: like you they have not escaped.
block writing writers-block
writing about a writer's block is better than not writing at all
writing bad-writing bad-woman
bad writing's like bad women: there's just not much you can do about it
sun burning bursting-out
unless the sun inside you is burning your gut, don't do it
style dull dangerous
It's better to do a dull thing with style than a dangerous thing without it.
war crazy wine
My objection to war was not that I had to kill somebody or be killed senselessly, that hardly mattered. What I objected to was to be denied the right to sit in a small room and starve and drink cheap wine and go crazy in my own way and at my own leisure.