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
suicide jesus sleep
I had no interests. I had no interest in anything. I had no idea how I was going to escape. At least the others had some taste for life. They seemed to understand something that I didn’t understand. Maybe I was lacking. It was possible. I often felt inferior. I just wanted to get away from them. But there was no place to go. Suicide? Jesus Christ, just more work. I felt like sleeping for five years but they wouldn’t let me.
writing insanity way
There's no way I can stop writing, it's a form of insanity.
suicide writing men
When I was young I was depressed all the time. But suicide no longer seemed a possibility in my life. At my age there was very little left to kill. It was good to be old, no matter what they said. It was reasonable that a man had to be at least 50 years old before he could write with anything like clarity.
turkeys fats bigs
love iz a big fat turkey and every day iz thanksgiving
life art thought-provoking
To do a dull thing with style-now that's what I call art.
essence mad people
This is very important -- to take leisure time. Pace is the essence. Without stopping entirely and doing nothing at all for great periods, you're gonna lose everything...just to do nothing at all, very, very important. And how many people do this in modern society? Very few. That's why they're all totally mad, frustrated, angry and hateful.
drunk enough obvious
Getting drunk was good. I decided that I would always like getting drunk. It took away the obvious and maybe if you could get away from the obvious often enough, you wouldn't become so obvious yourself.
matter
Why did I come here? I thought. Why is it always only a matter of choosing between something bad and something worse?
bored boring
Only the boring get bored
laughing bones break
Love breaks my bones and I laugh
world wanted whole-world
I wanted the whole world or nothing.
nerves spirit desperation
Food is good for the nerves and the spirit. Courage comes from the belly – all else is desperation.
men winning hands
Never bring a lot of money to where a poor man lives. He can only lose what little he has. On the other hand it is mathematically possible that he might win whatever you bring with you. What you must do, with money and the poor, is never let them get too close to one another.
sex tasks sometimes
Sex can sometimes become the most horrible of tasks.