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
pride darkness solitude
I took no pride in my solitude; but I was dependent on it. The darkness of the room was like sunlight to me.
beautiful solitude earth
they simply never understand, do they, that sometimes solitude is one of the most beautiful things on earth?
sometimes loneliness-and-solitude felt
being alone never felt right. sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right.
writing solitude splits
Some of my poems indicate that I am writing while living alone after a split with a woman, and I've had many splits with women. I need solitude more often when I'm not writing than when I am.
years ends middle
from the beginning, through the middle years and up to the end: too bad, too bad, too bad.
beautiful crazy mean
Oh, I don’t mean you’re handsome, not the way people think of handsome. Your face seems kind. But your eyes - they’re beautiful. They’re wild, crazy, like some animal peering out of a forest on fire.
kindness world gone
The world had somehow gone too far, and spontaneous kindness could never be so easy.
taken wine air
the last cigarettes are smoked, the loaves are sliced, and lest this be taken for wry sorrow, drown the spider in wine. you are much more than simply dead: I am a dish for your ashes, I am a fist for your vanished air. the most terrible thing about life is finding it gone.
nice book rose
There's nothing like privacy. You know, I like people. It's nice that they might like my books and all that...but I'm not the book, see? I'm the guy who wrote it, but I don't want them to come up and throw roses on me or anything. I want them to let me breathe.
funny powerful mean
I think that everything should be made available to everybody, and I mean LSD, cocaine, codeine, grass, opium, the works. Nothing on earth available to any man should be confiscated and made unlawful by other men in more seemingly powerful and advantageous positions.
unusual
There's nothing unusual about love.
mother father believe
It was hard for me to believe. When recess was over I sat in class and thought about it. My mother had a hole and my father had a dong that shot juice. How could they have things like that and walk around as if everything was normal, and talk about things, and then do it and not tell anybody?
stress madness daily-life
t was almost disappointing because it seemed when stress and madness were eliminated from my daily life there wasn't much left you could depend on.
humanity motto my-motto
Humanity, you never had it from the beginning." That was my motto.