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
lovers what-you-love all-things
Find what you love and let it kill you. For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.
love time-love happens
Something that never happens anywhere at any time.
possible-love inches ashamed
I drive around the streets an inch away from weeping, ashamed of my sentimentality and possible love.
art love-is men
beware the average man the average woman beware their love, their love is average seeks average but there is genius in their hatred there is enough genius in their hatred to kill you to kill anybody not wanting solitude not understanding solitude they will attempt to destroy anything that differs from their own not being able to create art they will not understand art they will consider their failure as creators only as a failure of the world
remembrance lightning and-love
and love was lightning and remembrance
love too-much used
and love is a word used too much and much too soon.
love death drains
My dear, Find what you love and let it kill you. Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness. Let it kill you and let it devour your remains. For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover. ~ Falsely yours
love romantic writing
I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of.
love-you sleep night
I want to let her know though that all the nights sleeping beside her even the useless arguments were things ever splendid and the hard words I ever feared to say can now be said: I love you.
love-is firsts
love be damned now as love was damned when it first arrived.
love-is garbage-cans rivers
Love is all right for those who can handle the psychic overload. It's like trying to carry a full garbage can on your back over a rushing river of piss.
trouble love-again
I was in love again. I was in trouble
love-yourself ability-to-love firsts
If you have the ability to love, love yourself first.
men tragedy his-love
It's not the large things that send a man to the madhouse... no, it's the continuing series of small tragedies... not the death of his love but the shoelace that snaps with no time left.