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
remembrance lightning and-love
and love was lightning and remembrance
heart humans knows
The human heart, as of course we all know is essentially good
struggle
...having nothing to struggle against they have nothing to struggle for.
finals world four
The apartment was built at the edge of a high cliff so that when you looked out the back window it seemed as if you were twelve floors up instead of four. It was very much like living on the edge of the world - a last resting place before the final big drop.
crazy said sane
I thought you were sane," I said, "but you're just as crazy as the rest of them.
flesh sitting afternoon
it is good to be sitting some place in public at 2:30 in the afternoon without getting the flesh ripped from your bones.
fate chance trapped
there's no chance at all: we are all trapped by a singular fate.
beautiful ocean thinking
she is no longer the beautiful woman she was. she sends photos of herself sitting upon a rock by the ocean alone and damned. I could have had her once. I wonder if she thinks I could have saved her?
listening knowing-god knows
we know God is dead, they've told us, but listening to you I wasn't sure.
clever writing hiding
I'm very clever at hiding poems perhaps more clever than I am at writing them.
eye thinking flames
I was only kidding about the hundred," she says. oh," I say, "what will it cost me?" she lights her cigarette with my lighter and looks at me through the flame: her eyes tell me. look," I say, "I don't think I can ever pay that price again.
cities race stupidity
The human race had always disgusted me. essentially, what made them disgusting was the family-relationship illness, which included marriage, exchange of power and aid, which neighborhood, your district, your city, your county, your state, your nation-everybody grabbing each other's assholes in the Honeycomb of survival out of a fear-animalistic stupidity.
ass streets madhouses
Basically, that's why I wrote: to save my ass, to save my ass from the madhouse, from the streets, from myself.
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!