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9173706	"What is your advice to young writers?" "Drink, fuck and smoke plenty of cigarettes."	irony sex writing funny humor bukowski smoke alcohol cigarettes authors ironic writing-process drink writers sarcasm	Charles Bukowski
a14f0b2	when we were kids laying around the lawn on our bellies we often talked about how we'd like to die and we all agreed on the same thing; we'd all like to die fucking (although none of us had done any fucking) and now that we are hardly kids any longer we think more about how not to die and although we're ready most of us would prefer to do it alone under the sheets now that most of us have fucked our lives away.	kids sex poem poetry death life love bukowski growing-up die nostalgia	Charles Bukowski
7305ffa	having nothing to struggle against they have nothing to struggle for.	struggle poem poetry death strength life love bukowski stronger strength-through-adversity	Charles Bukowski
c633c15	there's nothing to discuss there's nothing to remember there's nothing to forget it's sad and it's not sad seems the most sensible thing a person can do is sit with drink in hand as the walls wave their goodbye smiles one comes through it all with a certain amount of efficiency and bravery then leaves some accept the possibility of God to help them get through others take it staight on and to these I drink tonight.	poem independence poetry death sadness god life love bukowski goodbyes help goodbye forgetting forget sad	Charles Bukowski
47cdd17	Beasts bounding through time. Van Gogh writing his brother for paints Hemingway testing his shotgun Celine going broke as a doctor of medicine the impossibility of being human Villon expelled from Paris for being a thief Faulkner drunk in the gutters of his town the impossibility of being human Burroughs killing his wife with a gun Mailer stabbing his the impossibility of being human Maupassant going mad in a rowboat Dostoevsky lined up against a wall to be shot Crane off the back of a boat into the propeller the impossibility Sylvia with her head in the oven like a baked potato Harry Crosby leaping into that Black Sun Lorca murdered in the road by the Spanish troops the impossibility Artaud sitting on a madhouse bench Chatterton drinking rat poison Shakespeare a plagiarist Beethoven with a horn stuck into his head against deafness the impossibility the impossibility Nietzsche gone totally mad the impossibility of being human all too human this breathing in and out out and in these punks these cowards these champions these mad dogs of glory moving this little bit of light toward us impossibly	mad truth beatiful champions cowards bukowski glory creatures dog soul	Charles Bukowski
7a2464e	I often stood in front of the mirror alone, wondering how ugly a person could get.	loneliness poem poetry people beauty superficial-beauty bukowski appearance superficial superficiality classics self reflection beautiful mirror lonely self-esteem soul ugly classic	Charles Bukowski
f6546cd	"the worst thing," he told me, "is bitterness, people end up so bitter."	personality individuality poem poetry death life love in-the-end bukowski bitterness self soul	Charles Bukowski
0ab4450	Like anybody can tell you, I am not a very nice man. I don't know the word. I have always admired the villain, the outlaw, the son of a bitch. I don't like the clean-shaven boy with the necktie and the good job. I like desperate men, men with broken teeth and broken minds and broken ways. They interest me. They are full of surprises and explosions. I also like vile women, drunk cursing bitches with loose stockings and sloppy mascara faces. I'm more interested in perverts than saints. I can relax with bums because I am a bum. I don't like laws, morals, religions, rules. I don't like to be shaped by society.	outlaw bukowski antisocial	Charles Bukowski
14da37f	girls please give your bodies and your lives to the young men who deserve them besides there is no way I would welcome the intolerable dull senseless hell you would bring me and I wish you luck in bed and out but not in mine thank you.	irony poem poetry women funny death life love bukowski dull girls misogyny rejection sexuality hell	Charles Bukowski
61591ab	she wasn't very interesting but few people are.	poem poetry people women humanity family death life love bukowski interesting conversation society	Charles Bukowski
abb9f32	there's no clarity. there was never meant to be clarity.	loneliness poem poetry death life love bukowski clarity nonsense lonely	Charles Bukowski

"What is your advice to young writers?" "Drink, fuck and smoke plenty of cigarettes."

irony sex writing funny humor bukowski smoke alcohol cigarettes authors ironic writing-process drink writers sarcasm

Charles Bukowski

a14f0b2

when we were kids laying around the lawn on our bellies we often talked about how we'd like to die and we all agreed on the same thing; we'd all like to die fucking (although none of us had done any fucking) and now that we are hardly kids any longer we think more about how not to die and although we're ready most of us would prefer to do it alone under the sheets now that most of us have fucked our lives away.

kids sex poem poetry death life love bukowski growing-up die nostalgia

Charles Bukowski

7305ffa

having nothing to struggle against they have nothing to struggle for.

struggle poem poetry death strength life love bukowski stronger strength-through-adversity

Charles Bukowski

c633c15

there's nothing to discuss there's nothing to remember there's nothing to forget it's sad and it's not sad seems the most sensible thing a person can do is sit with drink in hand as the walls wave their goodbye smiles one comes through it all with a certain amount of efficiency and bravery then leaves some accept the possibility of God to help them get through others take it staight on and to these I drink tonight.

poem independence poetry death sadness god life love bukowski goodbyes help goodbye forgetting forget sad

Charles Bukowski

47cdd17

Beasts bounding through time. Van Gogh writing his brother for paints Hemingway testing his shotgun Celine going broke as a doctor of medicine the impossibility of being human Villon expelled from Paris for being a thief Faulkner drunk in the gutters of his town the impossibility of being human Burroughs killing his wife with a gun Mailer stabbing his the impossibility of being human Maupassant going mad in a rowboat Dostoevsky lined up against a wall to be shot Crane off the back of a boat into the propeller the impossibility Sylvia with her head in the oven like a baked potato Harry Crosby leaping into that Black Sun Lorca murdered in the road by the Spanish troops the impossibility Artaud sitting on a madhouse bench Chatterton drinking rat poison Shakespeare a plagiarist Beethoven with a horn stuck into his head against deafness the impossibility the impossibility Nietzsche gone totally mad the impossibility of being human all too human this breathing in and out out and in these punks these cowards these champions these mad dogs of glory moving this little bit of light toward us impossibly

mad truth beatiful champions cowards bukowski glory creatures dog soul

Charles Bukowski

7a2464e

I often stood in front of the mirror alone, wondering how ugly a person could get.

loneliness poem poetry people beauty superficial-beauty bukowski appearance superficial superficiality classics self reflection beautiful mirror lonely self-esteem soul ugly classic

Charles Bukowski

f6546cd

"the worst thing," he told me, "is bitterness, people end up so bitter."

personality individuality poem poetry death life love in-the-end bukowski bitterness self soul

Charles Bukowski

0ab4450

Like anybody can tell you, I am not a very nice man. I don't know the word. I have always admired the villain, the outlaw, the son of a bitch. I don't like the clean-shaven boy with the necktie and the good job. I like desperate men, men with broken teeth and broken minds and broken ways. They interest me. They are full of surprises and explosions. I also like vile women, drunk cursing bitches with loose stockings and sloppy mascara faces. I'm more interested in perverts than saints. I can relax with bums because I am a bum. I don't like laws, morals, religions, rules. I don't like to be shaped by society.

outlaw bukowski antisocial

Charles Bukowski

14da37f

girls please give your bodies and your lives to the young men who deserve them besides there is no way I would welcome the intolerable dull senseless hell you would bring me and I wish you luck in bed and out but not in mine thank you.

irony poem poetry women funny death life love bukowski dull girls misogyny rejection sexuality hell

Charles Bukowski

61591ab

she wasn't very interesting but few people are.

poem poetry people women humanity family death life love bukowski interesting conversation society

Charles Bukowski

abb9f32

there's no clarity. there was never meant to be clarity.

loneliness poem poetry death life love bukowski clarity nonsense lonely

Charles Bukowski