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
prejudice
That's what friendship is, sharing the prejudice of experience.
reality
I was only photographing in words the reality of it all.
real dimes lasts
When I get down to my last dime I'll just walk over to skid row." "There are some real weirdos down there." "They're everywhere.
sweet men christ
Sweet Christ, you must know that a man will go further for any poem than for any woman ever born.
grapes
It's just that the grape has me down.
fiction improvement
Fiction is an improvement on life
shadow rooms hours
in this room the hours of love still make shadows.
mad stills scrap
It is possible to be truly mad and to still exist upon scraps of life.
quitting left
The wisdom to quit is all we have left.
alcohol glorious drinkers
There was nothing glorious about the life of a drinker or the life of a writer.
tired effort enough
I'm too careless. I don't put out enough effort. I'm tired.
dog looks sandwiches
The dog approached again, cautiously. I found the bologna sandwich, ripped off a chunk, wiped the cheap watery mustard off, then placed it on the sidewalk. The dog walked up to the bit of sandwich, put his nose to it, sniffed, then turned and walked off. This time he didn't look back. He accelerated down the street. No wonder I had been depressed all my life. I wasn't getting proper nourishment.
mother two three
my mother, poor fish, wanting to be happy, beaten two or three times a week, telling me to be happy: "Henry, smile! why don't you ever smile?" and then she would smile, to show me how, and it was the saddest smile I ever saw
laughter feet laughing
my 6 foot goddess makes me laugh the laughter of the mutilated who still need love... she has saved me from everything that is not here