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
thanksgiving suicide children
Thanksgiving. It proved you had survived another year with its wars, inflation, unemployment, smog, presidents. It was a grand neurotic gathering of clans: loud drunks, grandmothers, sisters, aunts, screaming children, would-be suicides. And don't forget indigestion. I wasn't different from anyone else: There sat the 18-pound bird on my sink, dead, plucked, totally disemboweled. Iris would roast it for me.
morning alive stills
In the morning it was morning and I was still alive.
jobs sleep men
I couldn't get myself to read the want ads. The thought of sitting in front of a man behind a desk and telling him that I wanted a job, that I was qualified for a job, was too much for me. Frankly, I was horrified by life, at what a man had to do simply in order to eat, sleep, and keep himself clothed. So I stayed in bed and drank. When you drank the world was still out there, but for the moment it didn't have you by the throat.
bridges people leap
I can almost understand why people leap from bridges.
heart years people
My heart is a thousand years old. I am not like other people.
animal worry heaven
Animals never worry about Heaven or Hell. Neither do I. Maybe that's why we get along.
coffee black hot
I just want a hot cup of coffee,black,and I don’t want to hear about your troubles.
army average hatred
there is enough treachery , hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given day
empowerment follow-through
Knowledge without follow-through is worse than no knowledge.
sometimes hell goodness
Goodness can be found sometimes in the middle of hell.
ambition laziness my-ambition
My ambition is handicapped by laziness
reality california southern
I would say that Mickey Mouse has a greater influence on the American public than Shakespeare, Milton, Dante, Rabelais, Shostakovitch, Lenin, and/or Van Gogh. Which says 'What?' about the American Public. Disneyland remains the central attraction of Southern California, but the graveyard remains our reality.
party dirty sleep
I was naturally a loner, content just to live with a woman, eat with her, sleep with her, walk down the street with her. I didn't want conversation, or to go anywhere except the racetrack or the boxing matches. I didn't understand t.v. I felt foolish paying money to go into a movie theatre and sit with other people to share their emotions. Parties sickened me. I hated the game-playing, the dirty play, the flirting, the amateur drunks, the bores.
women waiting good-woman
Don't wait for the good woman. She doesn't exist.