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By Anonym 13 Sep

Charles Bukowski

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.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Charles Bukowski

I can see where creation often stops while the body still lives and often does not care to. the death of life before life dies.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Charles Bukowski

the tigers have found me and I do not care.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Charles Bukowski

I'm just an alcoholic who became a writer so that I would be able to stay in bed until noon.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Charles Bukowski

nothing's news. it's the same old thing in disguise. only one thing comes without a disguise and you only see it once, or maybe never. like getting hit by a freight train. makes us realize that all our moaning about long lost girls in gingham dresses is not so important after all.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Charles Bukowski

I still have a little whiskey left and therefore a chance.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Charles Bukowski

the world is better without them. only the plants and the animals are true comrades. I drink to them and with them.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Charles Bukowski

I kept telling myself that all the women in the world weren´t whores, just mine.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Charles Bukowski

I am a joke told again.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Charles Bukowski

All that shit they were fed about democracy and opportunity was just to keep them from burning down the palace.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Charles Bukowski

She could talk. If she was a sphinx she could have talked, if she was a stone she could have talked. I wondered when she'd get tired and leave. Even after I stopped listening it was like being battered with tiny pingpong balls.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Charles Bukowski

The dog approached again, cautiously. I found the bologna sandwich, ripped off a chunk, wiped the cheap watery mustard off, then placed it on the sidewalk. The dog walked up to the bit of sandwich, put his nose to it, sniffed, then turned and walked off. This time he didn't look back. He accelerated down the street. No wonder I had been depressed all my life. I wasn't getting proper nourishment.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Charles Bukowski

I walked about naked and barefoot stepping onto shards of glass sometimes feeling it sometimes not.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Charles Bukowski

The public takes from a writer, or a writing, what it needs and lets the remainder go. but what they take is usually what they need least and what they let go is what they need most.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Charles Bukowski

Tell him to seek the stars and he will kill himself with climbing.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Charles Bukowski

In my next life I want to be a cat. To sleep 20 hours a day and wait to be fed. To sit around licking my ass.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Charles Bukowski

The thought of being something didn't only appall me, it sickened me. The thought of being a lawyer or a councilman or an engineer, anything like that, seemed impossible to me. To get married, to have children, to get trapped in the family structure. To go someplace to work every day and to return. It was impossible. To do things, simple things, to be part of family picnics, Christmas, the 4th of July, Labor Day, Mother's Day. . . was a man born just to endure those things and then die?

By Anonym 17 Sep

Charles Bukowski

Music is much like fucking, but some composers can't climax and others climax too often, leaving themselves and the listener jaded and spent.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Charles Bukowski

And yet women-good women--frightened me because they eventually wanted your soul, and what was left of mine, I wanted to keep.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Charles Bukowski

Fay had a spot of blood on the left side of her mouth and I took a wet cloth and wiped it off. Women were meant to suffer; no wonder they asked for constant declarations of love.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Charles Bukowski

Her eyes always had a frantic, lost look. He could never cure her eyes of that.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Charles Bukowski

the best often die by their own hand just to get away, and those left behind can never quite understand why anybody would ever want to get away from them

By Anonym 17 Sep

Charles Bukowski

Me resulta difícil encontrar un héroe a estas alturas, así que tengo que crear mi propio héroe: yo mismo.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Charles Bukowski

So be careful when you bend over.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Charles Bukowski

The crowd is the gathering place of the weakest; true creation is a solitary act.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Charles Bukowski

People just don't know how to write down a simple easy line. It's difficult for them; it's like trying to keep a hard-on while drowning - not many can do it.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Charles Bukowski

yes, Wagner and the storm intermix with the wine as nights like this run up my wrists and up into my head and back down into the gut

By Anonym 14 Sep

Charles Bukowski

Once in a dream I saw a snake swallowing its own tail, it swallowed and swallowed until it got halfway round, and there it stopped and there it stayed, it was stuffed with its own self. Some fix, that. We only have ourselves to go on, and it's enough.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Charles Bukowski

There is nothing that teaches you more than regrouping after failure and moving on. Yet most people are stricken with fear. They fear failure so much that they fail. They are too conditioned, too used to being told what to do. It begins with the family, runs through school and goes into the business world.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Charles Bukowski

Drink from the well of yourself and begin again.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Charles Bukowski

I walk into the kitchen, look at the typer down there on the floor. It's a dirty floor. It's a dirty typer that types dirty stories

By Anonym 18 Sep

Charles Bukowski

that's ONE thing that's wrong with intellectuals and writers - they don't feel a hell of a lot except their own comfort or their own pain. which is normal but shitty.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Charles Bukowski

i was born to hustle roses down the avenue of the dead.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Charles Bukowski

It’s not so much that nothing means anything but more that it keeps meaning nothing. there’s no release, just gurus and self- appointed gods and hucksters. the more people say, the less there is to say. even the best books are dry sawdust.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Charles Bukowski

she likes that and I like it too because to/make a thing true all you've/got to do is believe

By Anonym 14 Sep

Charles Bukowski

I think that the world should be full of cats and full of rain, that's all, just cats and rain, rain and cats, very nice, good night.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Charles Bukowski

I lapsed into my pathetic cut-off period. Often with humans, both good and bad, my senses simply shut off, they get tired, I give up. I am polite. I nod. I pretend to understand because I don’t want anybody to be hurt. That is the one weakness that has lead me into the most trouble. Trying to be kind to others I often get my soul shredded into a kind of spiritual pasta. No matter. My brain shuts off. I listen. I respond. And they are too dumb to know that I am not there.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Charles Bukowski

Something that never happens anywhere at any time.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Charles Bukowski

I used to lay drunk in alleys and I probably will again.Bukowski, who is he? I read about Bukowski and it doesn't seem like anything to do with me.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Charles Bukowski

Existence was not only absurd, it was plain hard work. Think of how many times you put on your underwear in a lifetime. It was appalling, it was disgusting, it was stupid.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Charles Bukowski

Any asshole can chase a skirt, art takes discipline.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Charles Bukowski

I don't think I have written a poem when I was completely sober. But I have written a few good ones or a few bad ones under the hammer of a black hangover when I didn't know whether another drink or a blade would be the best thing.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Charles Bukowski

There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Charles Bukowski

As we live we all get caught and torn by various traps. Nobody escapes them. Some even live with them. The idea is to realize that a trap is a trap. If you are in one and you don't realize it, then you're finished.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Charles Bukowski

Goodness could be found sometimes in the middle of hell.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Charles Bukowski

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. Some morals tended to keep people slaves in factories, in churches and true to the State. Other morals simply made good sense. It was like a garden filled with poisoned fruit and good fruit. You had to know which to pick and eat, which to leave alone.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Charles Bukowski

fuck she pulled her dress off over her head and I saw the panties indented somewhat into the crotch. it's only human. now we've got to do it. I've got to do it after all that bluff. it's like a party-- two trapped idiots. under the sheets after I have snapped off the light her panties are still on. she expects an opening performance. I can't blame her. but wonder why she's here with me? where are the other guys? how can you be lucky? having someone the others have abandoned? we didn't have to do it yet we had to do it. it was something like establishing new credibility with the income tax man. I get the panties off. I decide not to tongue her. even then I'm thinking about after it's over. we'll sleep together tonight trying to fit ourselves inside the wallpaper. I try, fail, notice the hair on her head mostly notice the hair on her head and a glimpse of nostrils piglike I try it again.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Charles Bukowski

since some people had told me that I was ugly, I always preferred shade to the sun, darkness to light

By Anonym 14 Sep

Charles Bukowski

some men never die and some men never live but we're all alive tonight.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Charles Bukowski

I can't think of any poet-recluses outside of one dead Jeffers. [Robinson Jeffers] The rest of them want to slobber over each other and hug each other. It appears to me that I am the last of the poet-recluses.