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
fall fall-back
You've got to rise from the floor alone or fall back alone.
littles lasts bad-jokes
Death meant little to me. It was the last joke in a series of bad jokes.
being-yourself world remember-who-you-are
Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?
female loves man
The female loves to play man against man. And if she is in a position to do it, there is not one who will resist.
sky forever victory
our bones like stems into the sky will forever cry victory
ordinary-world soul dimensions
Understand me. I’m not like an ordinary world. I have my madness, I live in another dimension and I do not have time for things that have no soul.
atheist war educational
For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can't readily accept the God formula, the big answers don't remain stone-written. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command nor faith a dictum. I am my own god. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.
fighting men humanity
We do not abandon ship. I say, as corny as it may sound, through the strength and spirit and fire and dare and gamble of a few men in a few ways we can save the carcass of humanity from drowning. No light goes out until it goes out. Let's fight as men, not rats. Period. No further addition.
war winning saving
nobody can save you but yourself and you’re worth saving. it’s a war not easily won but if anything is worth winning then this is it.
faith stupid humor
The problem with the world is that the intelligent people are full of doubts, while the stupid ones are full of confidence.
thinking hug
I can't think of any poet-recluses outside of one dead Jeffers. [Robinson Jeffers] The rest of them want to slobber over each other and hug each other. It appears to me that I am the last of the poet-recluses.
beautiful writing giving
Writing is like going to bed with a beautiful woman and afterwards she gets up, goes to her purse and gives me a handful of money.
girl dream nightmare
I stopped looking for a Dream Girl, I just wanted one that wasn't a nightmare.
new-beginnings awful dies
Let it die. Let there be a new beginning. It’s awful. Goodnight.