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
ocean grief gone
it is all ash and dry leaves and grief gone like an ocean liner.
heart hands rocks
my hands dead my heart dead silence adagio of rocks the world ablaze that's the best for me.
beautiful fighting promise
as the shadows assume shapes I fight the slow retreat now my once-promise dwindling dwindling now lighting new cigarettes pouring more drinks it has been a beautiful fight still is.
nuts insanity norm
Belane, are you nuts?" Who knows? Insanity is comparative. Who sets the norm?
care wonder stills
We’ve died so many times now that we can only wonder why we still care.
lonely museums empty
The empty, the angry, the lonely, the tricked, we are all museums of fear.
good-night nice rain
I think that the world should be full of cats and full of rain, that's all, just cats and rain, rain and cats, very nice, good night.
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.
secret type
I'm not the cruel type, but they are, and that's the secret.
death country flower
There's nothing to mourn about death any more than there is to mourn about the growing of a flower. What is terrible is not death but the lives people live or don't live up until their death. They don't honor their own lives ... their minds are full of cotton. They swallow God without thinking, they swallow country without thinking. Soon they forget how to think, they let others think for them.... Most people's deaths are a sham. There's nothing left to die.
drunk want asks
If you want to know where God is, ask a drunk.
cities sick sidewalk
I am too sick to lay down the sidewalks frighten me the whole damned city frightens me, what I will become what I have become frightens me.
wall writing failing
nothing can save you except writing. it keeps the walls from failing.
games i-can
My part of the game is that I must live the best I can.