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
reading book reading-books
Beware Those Who Are ALWAYS READING BOOKS
remembrance lightning and-love
and love was lightning and remembrance
letting-go way process
so it's always a process of letting go, one way or another
cheer-up
be it peace or happiness let it enfold you
suicide ocean thinking
I can never drive my car over a bridge without thinking of suicide. I can never look at a lake or an ocean without thinking of suicide.
library rooms firsts
First paycheck I get, I thought, I'm going to get myself a room near the downtown L.A. Public Library.
strong sleep skills
and when love came to us twice and lied to us twice we decided to never love again that was fair fair to us and fair to love itself. we ask for no mercy or no miracles; we are strong enough to live and to die and to kill flies, attend the boxing matches, go to the racetrack, live on luck and skill, get alone, get alone often, and if you can't sleep alone be careful of the words you speak in your sleep; and ask for no mercy no miracles; and don't forget: time is meant to be wasted, love fails and death is useless.
legs poet said
but as God said, crossing his legs, I see where I have made plenty of poets but not so very much poetry.
wall writing waiting
Somebody at one of these places asked me: "What do you do? How do you write, create?" You don't, I told them. You "don't try". That's very important: not to try, either for Cadillacs, creation or immortality. You wait, and if nothing happens, you wait some more. It's like a bug high on the wall. You wait for it to come to you. When it gets close enough you reach out, slap out and kill it. Or if you like it's looks, you make a pet out of it.
war wine world
my greatest problem was stamps, envelopes, paper and wine, with the world on the edge of World War II.
dream self snakes
Once in a dream I saw a snake swallowing its own tail, it swallowed and swallowed until it got halfway round, and there it stopped and there it stayed, it was stuffed with its own self. Some fix, that. We only have ourselves to go on, and it’s enough…
tired thinking whales
This is a world where everybody’s gotta do something. Ya know, somebody laid down this rule that everybody’s gotta do something, they gotta be something. You know, a dentist, a glider pilot, a narc, a janitor, a preacher, all that . . . Sometimes I just get tired of thinking of all the things that I don’t wanna do. All the things that I don’t wanna be. Places I don’t wanna go, like India, like getting my teeth cleaned. Save the whale, all that, I don’t understand that . . .
pain absurd
pain is absurd because it exists, nothing more.
running horse believe
all that I know is that I believe in the sound of music and the running of a horse. all else is squabble.