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
inspirational funny people
I often carry things to read so that I will not have to look at the people.
running moving school
There is nothing that teaches you more than regrouping after failure and moving on. Yet most people are stricken with fear. They fear failure so much that they fail. They are too conditioned, too used to being told what to do. It begins with the family, runs through school and goes into the business world.
acid good-poetry
one can never be sure whether it's good poetry or bad acid
party dirty sleep
I was naturally a loner, content just to live with a woman, eat with her, sleep with her, walk down the street with her. I didn't want conversation, or to go anywhere except the racetrack or the boxing matches. I didn't understand t.v. I felt foolish paying money to go into a movie theatre and sit with other people to share their emotions. Parties sickened me. I hated the game-playing, the dirty play, the flirting, the amateur drunks, the bores.
love-you sleep night
I want to let her know though that all the nights sleeping beside her even the useless arguments were things ever splendid and the hard words I ever feared to say can now be said: I love you.
heart want chaos
There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out.
funny spiritual men
Show me a man who lives alone and has a perpetually clean kitchen, and 8 times out of 9 I'll show you a man with detestable spiritual qualities.
sunday people bombs
Sundays kill more people than bombs.
crazy laughing reason
The crazy ones only laugh when there is no reason to laugh.
morning faces bed
The courage it took to get out of bed each morning to face the same things over and over was enormous.
thanksgiving suicide children
Thanksgiving. It proved you had survived another year with its wars, inflation, unemployment, smog, presidents. It was a grand neurotic gathering of clans: loud drunks, grandmothers, sisters, aunts, screaming children, would-be suicides. And don't forget indigestion. I wasn't different from anyone else: There sat the 18-pound bird on my sink, dead, plucked, totally disemboweled. Iris would roast it for me.
jobs passion firsts
That’s when I first learned that it wasn’t enough to just do your job, you had to have an interest in it, even a passion for it.
new-york luck old-new-york
In New York you've got to have all the luck.
should-have machinery treated
I have been treated better than I should have been---not by life in general nor by the machinery of things but by women.