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
heart mind drones
whiskey makes the heart beat faster but it sure doesn't help the mind and isn't it funny how you can ache just from the deadly drone of existence?
love death drains
My dear, Find what you love and let it kill you. Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness. Let it kill you and let it devour your remains. For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover. ~ Falsely yours
care wonder stills
We’ve died so many times now that we can only wonder why we still care.
horse love-is broken
Love is a horse with a broken leg trying to stand while 45,000 people watch.
cat mind creeps
terror finally becomes almost bearable but never quite terror creeps like a cat crawls like a cat across my mind
dentist mechanic automobile
Not everybody thought they could be a dentist or an automobile mechanic but everybody knew they could be a writer.
running men alive
like the fox I run with the hunted and if I’m not the happiest man on earth I’m surely the luckiest man alive.
self voice matter
It was only the matter of a new voice. Nobody listened to an old voice anymore. Old voices became a part of one's self, like a fingernail.
reality california southern
Disneyland remains the central attraction of Southern California, but the graveyard remains our reality.
song tonight rachmaninoff
What were you going to do tonight?" "I was going to listen to the songs of Rachmaninoff." "Who's that?" "A dead Russian.
beautiful silence ugly
the beautiful are found in the edge of a room crumpled into spiders and needles and silence and we can never understand why they left,they were so beautiful. they dont make it, the beautiful die young and leave the ugly to their ugly lives.
flower trying benches
The park grass looked greener, the park benches looked better and the flowers were trying harder.
secret type
I'm not the cruel type, but they are, and that's the secret.
kind wanted knows
she knew what she wanted and it wasn't / me. / I know more women like that than any / other kind.