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
loneliness drinking bars
I hid in bars, because I didn't want to hide in factories.
drinking silly people
When I'm drinking around people, I tend to get silly or pugnacious or wild, which can cause problems.
suicide spring drinking
I think a man can keep on drinking for centuries, he'll never die; especially wine or beer...I like drunkards, man, because drunkards, they come out of it, and they're sick and they spring back, they spring back and forth...If I hadn't been a drunkard, I probably would have committed suicide long ago.
wall drinking wine
Long before I became 'rich and famous' I just sat round drinking wine and staring at the walls.
cat thinking years
That moment - to this ... may be years in the way they measure, but it's only one sentence back in my mind - there are so many days when living stops and pulls up and sits and waits like a train on the rails. I pass the hotel at 8 and at 5; there are cats in the alleys and bottles and bums, and I look up at the window and think, I no longer know where you are, and I walk on and wonder where the living goes when it stops.
drinking alcohol earth
Alcohol is probably one of the greatest things to arrive upon the earth - alongside of me.
knives jam use
I'll use the knives for spreading jam, and the gas to warm my greying love.
mean
There is no hurry. Time means nothing to you.
magic asking poison
I could never accept life as it was, I could never gobble down all its poisons bu there were parts, tenuous magic parts open for the asking.
kind being-true
how can you be true and kind at the same time? how?
shadow rooms hours
in this room the hours of love still make shadows.
writing gun typewriters
There is only one place to write and that is alone at a typewriter. The writer who has to go into the streets is a writer who does not know the streets. . . when you leave your typewriter you leave your machine gun and the rats come pouring through.
laughing firsts serious
Turgenev was a very serious fellow but he could make me laugh because a truth first encountered can be very funny. When someone else's truth is the same as your truth, and he seems to be saying it just for you, that's great.
library rooms firsts
First paycheck I get, I thought, I'm going to get myself a room near the downtown L.A. Public Library.