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
rocks symphony joy
the grace is being able to like rock music, symphony music, jazz … anything that contains the original energy of joy.
hate people hatred
I have one problem, I don’t hate people. They disgust me and I want to get away from them. I do not have hatred. I have an escape mechanism.
Finally there is nothing here for death to take away.
thinking way feels
How are his poems?" "He's not as good as he thinks he is, but then most of us feel that way.
people waiting done
Too often the people complain that they have done nothing with their lives and then they wait for somebody to tell them that this isn't so.
running reading cutting
I needed a vacation. I needed 5 women. I needed to get the wax out of my ears. My car needed an oil change. I'd failed to file my damned income tax. One of the stems had broken off of my reading glasses. There were ants in my apartment. I needed to get my teeth cleaned. My shoes were run down at the heels. I had insomnia. My auto insurance had expired. I cut myself every time i shaved. I hadn't laughed in 6 years. I tended to worry when there was nothing to worry about. And when there was something to worry about, i got drunk.
trying flesh hated
My flesh looked like it wasn't trying. It looked like it hated being part of me.
gun hands goes-on
You don't go on "probably" when love and guns are in hand.
the history of melancholia includes all of us.
possible-love inches ashamed
I drive around the streets an inch away from weeping, ashamed of my sentimentality and possible love.
finished
this time has finished me.
months gone eleven
eleven months. now she's gone gone as they go.