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
baby mean said
Potential," I said, "doesn't mean a thing. You've got to do it. Almost every baby in a crib has more potential than I have.
song white forever
I have a face like a washrag. I sing love songs and carry steel. I would rather die than cry. I can't stand hounds can't live without them. I hang my head against the white refrigerator and want to scream like the last weeping of life forever but I am bigger than the mountains.
fate chance trapped
there's no chance at all: we are all trapped by a singular fate.
suicide spring drinking
I think a man can keep on drinking for centuries, he'll never die; especially wine or beer...I like drunkards, man, because drunkards, they come out of it, and they're sick and they spring back, they spring back and forth...If I hadn't been a drunkard, I probably would have committed suicide long ago.
ideas space interesting
I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn't have a god, politics, ideas, ideals. I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. I didn't make for an interesting person. I didn't want to be interesting, it was too hard. What I really wanted was only a soft, hazy space to live in, and to be left alone.
drinking silly people
When I'm drinking around people, I tend to get silly or pugnacious or wild, which can cause problems.
loneliness drinking bars
I hid in bars, because I didn't want to hide in factories.
way ends wedges
That's the way it ends. The thin edge of the wedge.
ends arcs
For each Joan of Arc there is a Hitler perched at the other end of the teeter-totter.
listening knowing-god knows
we know God is dead, they've told us, but listening to you I wasn't sure.
drinking alcohol earth
Alcohol is probably one of the greatest things to arrive upon the earth - alongside of me.
horse fall coffee
it doesn't matter if Prince Charles falls off his horse or that the hummingbird is so seldom seen or that we are too senseless to go insane. coffee. give us more of that NOTHING coffee.
clarity meant-to-be
there's no clarity. there was never meant to be clarity.
mirrors ugly wonder
I often stood in front of the mirror alone, wondering how ugly a person could get.