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
funny spiritual men
Show me a man who lives alone and has a perpetually clean kitchen, and 8 times out of 9 I'll show you a man with detestable spiritual qualities.
trouble mask never-change
The trouble with a mask is it never changes
baby pockets hello
I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: "Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming for me? I'll be ready.
hangover thinking black
I don't think I have written a poem when I was completely sober. But I have written a few good ones or a few bad ones under the hammer of a black hangover when I didn't know whether another drink or a blade would be the best thing.
beautiful lying people
So, that’s what they wanted: lies. Beautiful lies. That’s what they needed. People were fools. It was going to be easy for me.
good-night sleep looks
...maybe a damned good night's sleep will bring me back to a gentle sanity. But at the moment, I look about this room and, like myself, it's all in disarray: things fallen out of place, cluttered, jumbled, lost, knocked over and I can't put it straight, don't want to. Perhaps living through these petty days will get us ready for the dangerous ones.
women boys high-heels
you boys can keep your virgins give me hot old women in high heels with asses that forgot to get old.
fighting minutes
to fight for each minute is to fight for what is possible within yourself, so that your life and your death will not be like theirs.
drinking jail bail
I don't like jail, they got the wrong kind of bars in there.
exhausted sometimes feels
Sometimes I get too exhausted to even feel bad
trust order differences
The difference between a democracy and a dictatorship is that in a democracy you vote first and take orders later; in a dictatorship you don't have to waste your time voting.
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