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 night two
why don't we go back out there and tell them what happened? because nothing happened except that everybody has been driven insane and stupid by life. in this society there are only two things that count: don't be caught without money and don't get caught high on any kind of high. (Night Streets of Madness)
giving advice painting
and if I have any advice to give to anybody it’s this: take up watercolor painting.
wrinkles pretty-woman pretty-words
Pretty words, as pretty women, wrinkle up and die.
laughter crazy eye
And if there is anybody out there who is crazy enough to want to become a writer, I'd say go ahead, spit in the eye of the sun, hit those keys, it's the best madness going, the centuries need help, the species cry for light and gamble and laughter. Give it to them. There are enough words for all of us.
bathroom faster
Love dries up, I thought as I walked back to the bathroom, even faster than sperm.
dog moving breathing
the impossibility of being human all too human this breathing in and out out and in these punks these cowards these champions these mad dogs of glory moving this little bit of light toward us impossibly.
agony sometimes form
agony sometimes changes form but it never ceases for anybody.
impossible-situations quitting force
nobody can save you but yourself. you will be put again and again into nearly impossible situations. they will attempt again and again through subterfuge, guise and force to make you submit, quit and/or die quietly inside. nobody can save you but yourself
grace strange pleasure
I take much pleasure in being alone but there is also a strange warm grace in not being alone.
would-be be-you
I knew it would be you
pain rain wells
Well, the rain had stopped but the pain was still there.
cities feelings guilty
there was something about that city, though it didn't let me feel guilty that I had no feeling for the things so many others needed. it let me alone.
blood suffering mouths
Fay had a spot of blood on the left side of her mouth and I took a wet cloth and wiped it off. Women were meant to suffer; no wonder they asked for constant declarations of love.
brain demand way
there must be a way. surely there must be a way that we have not yet thought of. who put this brain inside of me? it cries it demands it says that there is a chance. it will not say "no.