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
men drug cases
…He was always high on drugs. I was not a drug man, but in case I wanted to hide from myself for a few days, I knew I could get anything I wanted from him.
men never-trust never-trust-a-man
Never trust a man in a jumpsuit
eye sick hatred
I held her wrists and then I got it through the eyes: hatred, centuries deep and true. I was wrong and graceless and sick. all the things I had learned had been wasted. there was no creature living as foul as I and all my poems were false.
cat drunk looks
and now sometimes I'm interviewed, they want to hear about life and literature and I get drunk and hold up my cross-eyed, shot, runover de-tailed cat and I say,"look, look at this!" but they don't understand, they say something like,"you say you've been influenced by Celine?" no," I hold the cat up,"by what happens, by things like this, by this, by this!
mean kids voice
Even the stove and the refrigerator looked human, I mean good human - they seemed to have arms and voices and they said, hang around, kid, it's good here, it can be very good here.
believe writing phones
and then there are some who believe that old relationships can be revived and made new again. but please if you feel that way don't phone don't write don't arrive
space giving people
All our days are marked with/ unexpected/ affronts--some/ disastrous, others/ less so/ but the process is/ wearing and/ continuous./ Attrition rules./ Most give/ way/ leaving/ empty spaces/ where people should/ be.
mean men style
Style means no shield at all. Style means no front at all. Style means ultimate naturalness. Style means one man alone with billions of men about.
reality people letters
People were usually much better in their letters than in reality. They were much like poets in this way.
simple language results
that your power of command with simple language was one of the magnificent things of our century. (from the poem: result)
running rain sleep
It will rain all this night and we will sleep transfixed by the dark water as our blood runs through our fragile life.
unusual
There's nothing unusual about love.
sides body spirit
My body gnaws at me from one side and my spirit gnaws at me from the other.
knives jam use
I'll use the knives for spreading jam, and the gas to warm my greying love.