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
play whiskey stealing
You can steal my women but don't play with my whiskey.
years wife three
Hell, I'd even failed with women. Three wives. Nothing really wrong each time. It all got destroyed by petty bickering. Railing about nothing. Getting pissed-off over anything and everything. Day by day, year by year, grinding. Instead of helping each other you just sliced away, picked at this or that. Goading. Endless goading. It became a cheap contest. And once you got into it, it became habitual. You couldn't seem to get out. You almost didn't want to get out. And then you did get out. All the way.
doctors mad lawyer
Lawyers, doctors, plumbers, they all made the money. Writers? Writers starved. Writers suicided. Writers went mad.
lonely lonely-places steak
God is a lonely place without steak.
four faces firsts
Four days alone with nothing. Emerge empowered. The first human face you see will knock you back 50%.
phones stupidity may
If you can only remain pure in your stupidity, someday you may get a phone call from hell.
men faces different
Each man's hell is in a different place: mine is just up and behind my ruined face.
tired space age
I grow tired of 18th century moralities in a 20th century space-atomic age
waiting-around waiting problem
Death is not the problem; waiting around for it is.
odds laughing
We are here to laugh at the odds.
couple years lovely
The years have gone by quickly. Death sits in the seat next to me. We make a lovely couple.
jesus style arcs
Joan of Arc had style. Jesus had style.
horse men mind
A man who can beat the horses can do anything he makes up his mind to do.
grief facts feels
I feel no grief for being called something which I am not; in fact, it's enthralling, somehow, like a good back rub