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b2a06c2 we know God is dead, they've told us, but listening to you I wasn't sure. Charles Bukowski
ea304ba people are not good to each other. perhaps if they were our deaths would not be so sad. Charles Bukowski
114a72f New Year's Eve always terrifies me. Charles Bukowski
65da4ee I don't remember going to bed, but in the morning, there I was. Charles Bukowski
dad4f87 News travels fast in places where nothing much ever happens. Charles Bukowski
c0c3a0c Something else is hurting you - that's why you need pot or whiskey, or whips and rubber suits, or screaming music turned so fucking loud you can't think. 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
3711064 People don't need love. What they need is success in one form or another. It can be love but it needn't be. success Charles Bukowski
6768637 Bad taste makes more millionaires than good taste. Charles Bukowski
fc94a69 invent yourself and then reinvent yourself, don't swim in the same slough. invent yourself and then reinvent yourself and stay out of the clutches of mediocrity. invent yourself and then reinvent yourself, change your tone and shape so often that they can never categorize you. reinvigorate yourself and accept what is but only on the terms that you have invented and reinvented. be self-taught. and reinvent your life because you must; it is .. 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 ag.. 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
733068c morning night and noon the traffic moves through and the murder and treachery of friends and lovers and all the people move through you. pain is the joy of knowing the unkindest truth that arrives without warning. life is being alone death is being alone. even the fools weep morning night and noon. Charles Bukowski
e13fba8 life itself is not the miracle. that pain should be so constant, that's the miracle - Charles Bukowski
7dd2d9d Trapped don't undress my love you might find a mannequin: don't undress the mannequin you might find my love. she's long ago forgotten me. she's trying on a new hat and looks more the coquette than ever. she is a child and a mannequin and death. I can't hate that. she didn't do anything unusual. I only wanted her to. Charles Bukowski
7fe0307 In the morning it was morning and I was still alive. Maybe I'll write a novel, I thought. And then I did. Charles Bukowski
7ec342a I didn't like parties.I didn't know how to dance and people frightened me, especially people at parties. They attempted to be sexy and gay and witty and although they hoped they were good at it, they weren 't. They were bad at it. Their trying so hard only made it worse. Charles Bukowski
15092c5 Fiction is an improvement on life 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
2f610da Food is good for the nerves and the spirit. Courage comes from the belly - all else is desperation. Charles Bukowski
fa297f2 Strangers when you meet, strangers when you part -a gymnasium of bodies namelessly masturbating each other. People with no morals often considered themselves more free, but mostly they lacked the ability to feel or to love. So they became swingers. The dead fucking the dead. There was no gamble or humor in their game -it was corpse fucking corpse. Morals were restrictive, but they were grounded on human experience down through the centuries.. sex promiscuity Charles Bukowski
5fdfb9a I was only kidding about the hundred," she says. oh," I say, "what will it cost me?" she lights her cigarette with my lighter and looks at me through the flame: her eyes tell me. look," I say, "I don't think I can ever pay that price again." Charles Bukowski
e84ccb4 There's nothing to stop a man from writing unless that man stops himself. If a man truly desires to write, then he will. Rejection and ridicule will only strengthen him. And the longer he is held back the stronger he will become, like a mass of rising water against a dam. There is no losing in writing, it will make your toes laugh as you sleep, it will make you stride like a tiger, it will fire the eye and put you face to face with death. Y.. Charles Bukowski
1da4d89 I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. It 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. Charles Bukowski
181f0e2 there's no chance at all: we are all trapped by a singular fate. Charles Bukowski
b1022a7 as she drove me through the hills everything screamed inside of me, and I kept saying as we drove along (to myself, of course) fucker, it will pass, everything passes, it's all a joke a joke on you Charles Bukowski
d3fbec3 people diminish me; the longer I sit and listen to them the more empty I feel but I don't get the idea that they feel empty, I feel that they enjoy the sound from their mouths. Charles Bukowski
57a1204 We waited and waited. All of us. Didn't the shrink know that waiting was one of the things that drove people crazy? People waited all their lives. They waited to live, they waited to die. They waited in line to buy toilet paper. They waited in line for money. And if they didn't have any money they waited in longer lines. You waited to go to sleep and then you waited to awaken. You waited to get married and you waited to get divorced. You wa.. Charles Bukowski
7cf96b0 sometimes I hate you," she said." Charles Bukowski
5e141e5 and love is a word used too much and much too soon. poem poetry love classics i-love-you patience classic Charles Bukowski
637aaa4 And my own affairs were as bad, as dismal, as the day I had been born. The only difference was that now I could drink now and then, though never often enough. Drink was the only thing that kept a man from feeling forever stunned and useless. Everything else just kept picking and picking, hacking away. And nothing was interesting, nothing. The people were restrictive and careful, all alike. And I've got to live with these fuckers for the res.. Charles Bukowski
2274765 Getting drunk was good. I decided that I would always like getting drunk. It took away the obvious and maybe if you could get away from the obvious often enough, you wouldn't become so obvious yourself. Charles Bukowski
59e6bb3 To create art means poetry bukowskisism Charles Bukowski
7e29248 Forgive me, I guess I am off in the head, but I mean, except for a quickie piece of ass it wouldn't matter to me if all the people in the world died. Yes, I know it's not nice. But I'd be as contended as a snail; it was, after all, the people who had made me unhappy. Charles Bukowski
25a614e It seemed better to delay thinking. Charles Bukowski
9aefc08 there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average charles bukowski
060b5cc I knew it would be you Charles Bukowski
e31ff5f There's no way I can stop writing, it's a form of insanity. 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 fa.. outlaw bukowski antisocial Charles Bukowski
453ae77 Look, let me put it this way: with me, you're number one and there isn't even a number two. Charles Bukowski
4bbbe67 Women: I liked the colors of their clothing; the way they walked; the cruelty in some faces; now and then the almost pure beauty in another face, totally and enchantingly female. They had it over us: they planned much better and were better organized. While men were watching professional football or drinking beer or bowling, they, the women, were thinking about us, concentrating, studying, deciding - whether to accept us, discard us, exchan.. Charles Bukowski
cdf0420 and getting dressed we talk about what else there might be to do, but being together solves most of it, in fact, solves all of it Charles Bukowski
928b6cb Don't do it. Don't love me. Charles Bukowski
12a75a1 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. Charles Bukowski
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