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
real men poet
The poet, as a rule, is a half-man - a sissy, not a real person, and he is in no shape to lead real men in matters of blood, or courage.
trust too-late realizing
there are worse things than being alone but it often takes decades to realize this and most often when you do it's too late and there's nothing worse than too late
reality
I was only photographing in words the reality of it all.
reality law jail
i never understood society. i undersand that it works somehow and that it functions as a reality and that its realities are necessary to keep us from worse realities. but all i sense are that are plenty of police and jails and judges and laws and that what is meant to protect me is breaking me down...
real dimes lasts
When I get down to my last dime I'll just walk over to skid row." "There are some real weirdos down there." "They're everywhere.
real lying men
But then if you lied to a man about his talent just because he was sitting across from you, that was the most unforgivable lie of them all, because that was telling him to go on, to continue which was the worst way for a man without real talent to waste his life, finally. But many people did just that, friends and relatives mostly.
real moving writing
To experience real agony is something hard to write about, impossible to understand while it grips you; you're frightened out of your wits, can’t sit still, move, or even go decently insane.
reality california southern
Disneyland remains the central attraction of Southern California, but the graveyard remains our reality.
reality people letters
People were usually much better in their letters than in reality. They were much like poets in this way.
understanding realizing pleasure
Gradually I came to realize that my understanding of women goes only as far as the pleasure is concerned.
strong crazy real
I knew I was strong, and maybe like they said, "crazy." But I had this feeling inside of me that something real was there.
pain real cat
Pain is strange. A cat killing a bird, a car accident, a fire.... Pain arrives, BANG, and there it is, it sits on you. It's real. And to anybody watching, you look foolish. Like you've suddenly become an idiot. There's no cure for it unless you know somebody who understands how you feel, and knows how to help.
laughter real laughing
It was like the beginning of life and laughter. It was the real meaning of the sun
real loneliness
Real loneliness is not necessarily limited to when you are alone.