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
young be-young
To be young is the only religion.
reason hard wrong-reasons
Love came hard and very seldom. When it did it was usually for the wrong reasons.
trouble love-again
I was in love again. I was in trouble
sexy witty party
I didn't like parties.I didn't know how to dance and people frightened me, especially people at parties. They attempted to be sexy and gay and witty and although they hoped they were good at it, they weren 't. They were bad at it. Their trying so hard only made it worse.
Before my death I hope to obtain my life.
night
The night kept coming on in and there was nothing I could do.
life sunset thought-provoking
If you're losing your soul and you know it, then you've still got a soul left to lose.
want knows
I want so much that is not here and do not know where to go.
thinking winning important
I felt I had to win. It seemed very important. I didn't know why it was important and I kept thinking, why do I think this is so important? And another part of me answered, just because it is.
running rain water
people run from rain but sit in bathtubs full of water.
real sadness needs
Censorship is the tool of those who have the need to hide actualities from themselves and from others. Their fear is only their inability to face what is real, and I can't vent any anger against them. I only feel this appalling sadness. Somewhere, in their upbringing, they were shielded against the total facts of our existence. They were only taught to look one way when many ways exist.
mean giving awareness
I mean, say that you figure that everything is senseless, then it can't be quite senseless because you are aware that it's senseless and your awareness of senselessness almost gives it sense. You know what I mean?
mother monday morning
Well, people got attatched. Once you cut the umbilical cord they attatched to the other things. Sight, sound, sex, money, mirages, mothers, masturbation, murder, and Monday morning hangovers.
might stills
There still might be a place for us somewhere.