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
stupid hard-work mad
Most of the world was mad. And the part that wasn't mad was angry. And the part that wasn't mad or angry was just stupid. I had no chance. I had no choice. Just hang on and wait for the end. It was hard work. It was the hardest work imaginable.
loser winner
In a capitalistic society the losers slaved for the winners and you have to have more losers than winners.
hair water faces
I went to the bathroom and threw some water on my face, combed my hair. If I could only comb that face, I thought, but I can't.
defeat
There's music in everything, even defeat
writing sometimes easy
The writing's easy, it's the living that is sometimes difficult.
als
they say that nothing is wasted: either that or it al is
mean sleep talking
Human relationships are strange. I mean, you are with one person a while, eating and sleeping and living with them, loving them, talking to them, going places together, and then it stops.
eye sick hatred
I held her wrists and then I got it through the eyes: hatred, centuries deep and true. I was wrong and graceless and sick. all the things I had learned had been wasted. there was no creature living as foul as I and all my poems were false.
couple years lovely
The years have gone by quickly. Death sits in the seat next to me. We make a lovely couple.
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.
perspective people dangerous
People in love often become edgy, dangerous. They lose their sense of perspective.
lines beggar
Writers are nothing but beggars with a good line.
moral human-experience grounded
Morals were restrictive, but they were grounded on human experience.