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
men littles matter
No matter how little a man has he will find that he will always settle for less.
wings white skins
The blankets had fallen off and I stared down at her white back, the shoulder blades sticking out as if they wanted to grow into wings, poke through that skin. Little blades. She was helpless.
soul good-woman demand
A yet women -good women- frightened me because they eventually wanted your soul, and what was left of mine, I wanted to keep. Basically I craved prostitutes, base women, because they were deadly and hard and made no personal demands. Nothing was lost when they left. Yet at the same time I yearned for a gentle, good woman, despite the overwhelming price.
old-friends used
I have gotten so used to melancholia that I greet it like an old friend.
serious-illness serious illness
A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover.
death circus existentialism
We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.
mother thinking wings
..few writers like other writers' works. The only time they like them is when they are dead or if they have been for a long time. Writers only like to sniff their own turds. I am one of those. I don't even like to talk to writers, look at them or worse, listen to them. And the worst is to drink with them, they slobber all over themselves, really look piteous, look like they are searching for the wing of the mother. I'd rather think about death than about other writers. Far more pleasant.
grief facts feels
I feel no grief for being called something which I am not; in fact, it's enthralling, somehow, like a good back rub
kissing lips remember
I will remember the kisses, our lips raw with love, and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered you what was left of me.
men revolution papa
Some men hope for revolution but when you revolt and set up your new government you find your new government is still the same old Papa, he has only put on a cardboard mask.
thinking race mercy
mercy, I think, doesn't the human race know anything about mercy?
drinking thinking two
Drinking is another way of thinking, another way of living. It gives you two lives instead of one.
people introvert empty
People empty me. I have to get away to refill.
men shoes two
I have two rules. One is, never trust a man who smokes a pipe. The other is, never trust a man with shiny shoes.