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
death circus existentialism
We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.
night prophet drunkenness
A day of minor profit or prophet led to a night of drunkenness.
crowds introvert constant
Beware of those who seek constant crowds; they are nothing alone.
poet
Figuring the average poet starts at 16, I am 23.
sex want comfort
I no longer want it all, just some comfort and some sex and some minor love.
care found tigers
the tigers have found me and I do not care.
two too-much littles
There are only two things wrong with money: too much or too little.
sex singing kicking
Sexual intercourse is kicking death in the ass while singing.
people lucky ugly
Beauty is nothing, beauty won’t stay. You don’t know how lucky you are to be ugly, because if people like you, you know it’s for something else.
becoming hated
Are you becoming what you've always hated?
sometimes
Sometimes you just have to pee in the sink.
heart space waiting
there is a place in the heart that will never be filled a space and even during the best moments and the greatest times times we will know it we will know it more than ever there is a place in the heart that will never be filled and we will wait and wait in that space.
hate giving people
Some people like what you do, some people hate what you do, but most people simply don't give a damn.
mean interesting people
People were interesting at first. Then later, slowly but surely, all the flaws and madness would manifest themselves. I would become less and less to them; they would mean less and less to me.