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
drinking wine writing
I write right off the typer. I call it my "machinegun." I hit it hard, usually late at night while drinking wine and listening to classical music on the radio and smoking mangalore ganesh beedies.
war wine world
my greatest problem was stamps, envelopes, paper and wine, with the world on the edge of World War II.
wall drinking wine
Long before I became 'rich and famous' I just sat round drinking wine and staring at the walls.
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.
running wine night
yes, Wagner and the storm intermix with the wine as nights like this run up my wrists and up into my head and back down into the gut
wine blood light
the psyche has been burned and left us senseless, the world has been darker than lights-out in a closet full of hungry bats, and the whiskey and wine entered our veins when blood was too weak to carry on
writing wine men
the writing of some men is like a vast bridge that carries you over the many things that claw and tear. The Wine of Forever
wine two together
I was fairly poor but most of my money went for wine and classical music. I loved to mix the two together.
lonely loneliness wine
I've never been lonely. I like myself. I'm the best form of entertainment I have. Let's drink more wine!
believe wine play
There would never be a way for me to live comfortably with people. Maybe I'd become a monk. I'd pretend to believe in God and live in a cubicle, play an organ and stay drunk on wine.
beautiful wine beer
Everything was a trap: women, drugs, whiskey, wine, scotch, beer - even beer - cigars, and cigarettes. Traps: Work or no work. Traps: Artistry or no artistry; everything sucked you into some spiderweb. I disdained the use of the needle for the same reason that I disdained some so-called beautiful women - the price was far beyond the measure of the worth. I didn't want to hustle that hard.
war crazy wine
My objection to war was not that I had to kill somebody or be killed senselessly, that hardly mattered. What I objected to was to be denied the right to sit in a small room and starve and drink cheap wine and go crazy in my own way and at my own leisure.
friendship prejudice sharing
That is what friendship means. Sharing the prejudice of experience.
writing agony sweat
I seldom know what I'm going to write when I sit down. There isn't much agony and sweat of the human spirit involved in doing it. The writing's easy, it's the living that is sometimes difficult.