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
beautiful solitude earth
they simply never understand, do they, that sometimes solitude is one of the most beautiful things on earth?
flower i-hate-you hands
I’ve had so many knives stuck into me, when they hand me a flower I can’t quite make out what it is. It takes time.
bread
I was so thin I could slice bread with my shoulderblades, only I seldom had bread
reality love-is fog
Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality.
art tacos great-art
Great art is horseshit, buy tacos.
order knives honey
It’s the order of things: each one gets a taste of honey then the knife.
marriage wedding thinking
if you get married they think you're finished and if you are without a woman they think you're incomplete.
people too-much
People do too much. They say too much.
running one-direction forgiving
You can forgive a fool because he only runs in one direction and doesn't deceive anybody. It's the deceivers who make you feel bad.
poetry-is happens
Poetry is what happens when nothing else can.
long-ago world alleys
I was beaten down long ago in some alley in another world.
tree soul world
my beerdrunk soul is sadder than all the dead christmas trees of the world.
sunset tired people
the tired sunsets and the tired people - it takes a lifetime to die and no time at all.
sometimes loneliness-and-solitude felt
being alone never felt right. sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right.