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
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.
stress madness daily-life
t was almost disappointing because it seemed when stress and madness were eliminated from my daily life there wasn't much left you could depend on.
humanity motto my-motto
Humanity, you never had it from the beginning." That was my motto.
kindness world gone
The world had somehow gone too far, and spontaneous kindness could never be so easy.
yesterday bouquets
you are yesterday's bouquet so sadly raided
together might facts
and getting dressed we talk about what else there might be to do, but being together solves most of it, in fact, solves all of it
years ends middle
from the beginning, through the middle years and up to the end: too bad, too bad, too bad.
moving different dull-days
you are on the freeway threading through traffic now, moving both towards something and towards nothing at all as you punch the radio on and get Mozart, which is something, and you will somehow get through the slow days and the busy days and the dull days and the hateful days and the rare days, all both so delightful and so disappointing because we are all so alike and so different.
baby
What's wrong with assholes, baby?
book luck impossible
a good book can make an almost impossible existence, liveable ( from 'the luck of the word' )
rain reason grows
where some god pissed a rain of reason to make things grow only to die,
cat thinking years
That moment - to this ... may be years in the way they measure, but it's only one sentence back in my mind - there are so many days when living stops and pulls up and sits and waits like a train on the rails. I pass the hotel at 8 and at 5; there are cats in the alleys and bottles and bums, and I look up at the window and think, I no longer know where you are, and I walk on and wonder where the living goes when it stops.
laughing firsts serious
Turgenev was a very serious fellow but he could make me laugh because a truth first encountered can be very funny. When someone else's truth is the same as your truth, and he seems to be saying it just for you, that's great.