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
Charles Bukowski quotes about
wall fate men
alone with everybody the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break vases against the walls and them men drink too much and nobody finds the one but they keep looking crawling in and out of beds. flesh covers the bone and the flesh searches for more than flesh. there's no chance at all: we are all trapped by a singular fate. nobody ever finds the one. the city dumps fill the junkyards fill the madhouses fill the hospitals fill the graveyards fill nothing else fills.
girl old-things long
nothing's news. it's the same old thing in disguise. only one thing comes without a disguise and you only see it once, or maybe never. like getting hit by a freight train. makes us realize that all our moaning about long lost girls in gingham dresses is not so important after all.
book writing men
Christmas poem to a man in jail hello Bill Abbott: I appreciate your passing around my books in jail there, my poems and stories. if I can lighten the load for some of those guys with my books, fine. but literature, you know, is difficult for the average man to assimilate (and for the unaverage man too); I don't like most poetry, for example, so I write mine the way I like to read it.
running mother orange
Daddy,' my mother asked, 'aren’t we going to run out of gas?' No there’s plenty of god-damned gas.' Where are we going?' I’m going to get some god-damed oranges!
care structure laughed
They laughed. Things were funny. They weren't afraid to care. There was no sense to life, to the structure of things.
smell laughing would-be
That the young rich smell the stink of the poor and learn to find it a bit amusing. They had to laugh, otherwise it would be too terrifying.
thinking delay
It seemed better to delay thinking.
stupid believe sorrow
I wish to weep but sorrow is stupid. I wish to believe but belief is a graveyard.
dream lying boys
when I was a boy I used to dream of becoming the village idiot. I used to lie in bed and imagine myself the happy idiot able to get food easily ...and easy sympathy, a planned confusion of not too much love or effort. some would claim that I have succeeded.
laughter fool good-times
and our few good times will be rare because we have the critical sense and are not easy to fool with laughter
taken hated courage-to-love
I hated you when it would have taken less courage to love.
doing-nothing
I knew exactly what I was doing: I was doing nothing. because I knew there was nothing to do.
kind being-true
how can you be true and kind at the same time? how?
magic asking poison
I could never accept life as it was, I could never gobble down all its poisons bu there were parts, tenuous magic parts open for the asking.