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
hurt self knives
I was young I was so young it hurt like a knife inside because there was no alternative except to hide as long as possible--- not in self-pity but with dismay at my limited chance: trying to connect.
waiting luck sometimes
Sometimes there's luck, When there is you stock up on it and wait for the other times
moving tired night
And it seems people should not build houses anymore it seems people should stop working and sit in small rooms on second floors under electric lights without shades; it seems there is a lot to forget and a lot not to do and in drugstores, markets, bars, the people are tired, they do not want to move, and I stand there at night and look through this house and the house does not want to be built
numbers turds worst
The worst thing for a writer is to know another writer, and worse than that, to know a number of other writers. Like flies on the same turd.
horse pockets good-horse
Keep your money in your pocket. Or bet it on a good horse.
typewriters computer
I am aware that a computer can’t create a poem, but neither can a typewriter.
dying easy should
Dying should come easy: like a freight train you don't hear when your back is turned.
years desire poverty
What a weary time those years were -- to have the desire and the need to live but not the ability.
trust too-late realizing
there are worse things than being alone but it often takes decades to realize this and most often when you do it's too late and there's nothing worse than too late
war hate army
there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given day and the best at murder are those who preach against it and the best at hate are those who preach love and the best at war finally are those who preach peace
writing wine men
the writing of some men is like a vast bridge that carries you over the many things that claw and tear. The Wine of Forever
piano play drunk
Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit.
dog love-is hell
Love is a Dog from Hell.
evil giving feel-good
I enjoy the bad things that are said about me. It enhances sales and makes me feel evil. I don't like to feel good 'cause I am good. But evil? Yes. It gives me another dimension.