my poems are only bits of scratching
on the floor of a
cage.
Charles Bukowski
Related
the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
CHARLES BUKOWSKI nothing's news.
it's the same old thing in
disguise.
only one thing comes without a CHARLES BUKOWSKI I’ve seen too many intellectuals lately. I get very tired of the precious intellects who must spea...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI My favourite books are Charles Bukowski's 'Post Office' and 'Women.'
ALEX PETTYFER But Carroll's were more convoluted, and they struck me as funny in a new way:
1) Babies a...
STEVE MARTIN The ass is the face of the soul of sex.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI I'm fucking the grave, I thought, I'm bringing the dead back to life...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI They scribble on notepads,
the sound of their pens
scratching the judgemental air.
EMMA CAMERON The center of my sins
stuck behind a blocked door,
circled by hollow deeds
spread ...
MUNIA KHAN These poems are cups
that I pour my love into.
Here,
Drink!
KAMAND KOJOURI I wasn’t lonely. I experienced no self-pity. I was just caught up in a life in which I could find...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI Your eyes are like heavy rain
falling from pregnant clouds.
With one glance, you washed ...
KAMAND KOJOURI The work of a queasy undergraduate scratching his pimples.
[on James Joyce's Ulysses]
VIRGINIA WOOLF I am a caged bird,
rattling the bars of my cage,
with furious flutterings,
break my c...
STEVEN JAMES Humanity i love you because you
are perpetually putting the secret of
life in your pants a...
E.E. CUMMINGS I never knew You lived so close to the floor,
but every time I am bowed down,
crushed by t...
SHEILA WALSH "she’ mad but she’
magic. there’ no lie in her fire.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI you fall into the mirror,
come through the other
side
staring at a lightbulb.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI a pro does as well as he can within what
he has set out to do
and a madman
does excep...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI Christmas poem to a man in jail
hello Bill Abbott:
I appreciate your passing around ...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI and the color in my eyes
has gone back into the sea.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI the whole world is caught in her glance
and at last
the universe is
magnificent.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI God knows I am not too hippy. Perhaps because I am too much around the hip and I fear fads for, like...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI I wasn’t going anywhere and neither was the rest of the world. We were all just hanging around wai...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI Some lose all mind and become soul, insane. Some lose all soul and become mind, intellectual. Some l...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI some winters
will never melt
some summers
will never freeze
and some...
SANOBER KHAN I prefer the absurdity of writing poems
to the absurdity of not writing poems.
WISłAWA SZYMBORSKA sometimes when everything seems at
its worst
when all conspires
and gnaws
and th...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI your smile.
is the ultimate
golden dream.
all the poems
in the world
are wa...
SANOBER KHAN Picasso said he'd paint with his own wet tongue
on the dusty floor of a jail cell if he had to....
ANDREA GIBSON I wonder
if you ever read my poems
and wish
they were written
for you.
KAMAND KOJOURI we are all like poems.
some of us rhyme. some don’t.
some are Pulitzer prizes
som...
SANOBER KHAN They sat cross-legged on
the floor, short of lotus, lay back
between table and couch. In t...
NATHANIEL MACKEY You are the mark on my liquid heart
where love begins with the beginning’s start
You are...
MUNIA KHAN Why did I come here? I thought. Why is it always only a matter of choosing between something bad and...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI You just wait.
Soon,
lovers all over the world
will be reciting poems
dedicate...
KAMAND KOJOURI I found the poems in the fields,
And only wrote them down.
JOHN CLARE A fleeting second on someone's news feed,
No dearth of meanings for those who read,
Not my...
SANHITA BARUAH I sigh. "I don't know what's happening to me."
"They're called hormones."
I shoot hi...
TAHEREH MAFI I own a crevice stuffed with moss
and a couch of lemming fur;
I sit and listen to the musi...
JOHN MEADE HAINES Where the cheerful children
of unwritten poems,
play all around,
you will find me the...
KHADIJA RUPA Each in the most hidden sack kept
the lost jewels of memory,
intense love, secret nights a...
PABLO NERUDA If you have the ability to love, love yourself first.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI Night is the sleep of seven wax moths
Dawn is the singing of five mermaids
Noon is the scr...
XI CHUAN listen to my poems
but do not look for me
look for you.
NAYYIRAH WAHEED DEPARTURE
The horizon slopes away
The days are longer
Trip
A...
PIERRE REVERDY Despite all my rage
I am still just a rat in the cage.
BILLY CORGAN There lived a poet in the lands of gold,
Wrote along poems unaffected by warmth or cold,
H...
ADHISH MAZUMDER Opusculum paedagogicum
The pears are not viols,
Nudes or bottles.
They resemble nothing els...
WALLACE STEVENS I break out laughing. I frown.
I yell and scream. Sometimes,
if one jokes and giggles,
JALALUDDIN MEVLANA RUMI I knew that in the last
few minutes everything had
changed. I'd tried to hold myself apart...
SARAH DESSEN You write poems with your fingertips
And I keep listening to the songs written on my skin
...
SANHITA BARUAH The sunlight in the garden
Hardens and grows cold,
We cannot cage the minute
Within its ...
LOUIS MACNEICE I guess the only time most people think about injustice is when it happens to them.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI But it's a child! You're a man!"
"Your powers of observation are formidable...
KATHERINE RUNDELL Poems can get
sleepless too
and become
the loneliest thing
in the un...
SANOBER KHAN Anyone who says, “Here’s my address,
write me a poem,” deserves something in reply.
...
NAOMI SHIHAB NYE Haunted
You haunt me in my dreams
I can only hear my drowning screams
Is it bec...
STACE LEE I had never had a piece of toast
Particularly long and wide,
But fell upon the sanded floor,...
JAMES PAYN This is what it had come to. Glitter. How he thought glitter had been a good idea, the Gods only kne...
K.F. BREENE The War Has Been Declared.
Your Ally Been Ensnared.
It Is Now Or It Is Never.
Break T...
SUZANNE COLLINS We shall not sip from the same glass,
No water for us, or sweet wine;
We’ll not embrace ...
ANNA AHKMATOVA (Divorce)
We’ll remarry someday when we’ve grown,
Like royalty who’ve earned the th...
CRYSTAL WOODS Think of the Christmas present
of gashes you opened when, in an attempt
to be Superman, y...
KRISTEN HENDERSON (What are your ghosts like?)
(They are on the insides of the lids of my eyes.)
(This is al...
JONATHAN SAFRAN FOER Unless you are here: this garden refuses to exist.
Pink dragonflies fall from the air
and ...
ABERJHANI What do you fear, lady?' he asked.
'A cage,' she said.
J.R.R. TOLKIEN Where were you
when
I undressed and told the tales of my day?
Where were you
w...
KAMAND KOJOURI there are some poems
that we leave behind
some that leave us behind
while some ...
SANOBER KHAN LONG LIVE...
This country is but a wish of the spirit, a counter-sepulcher.
<...
RENé CHAR it doesn't matter if Prince Charles falls off his horse
or that the hummingbird is so seldom CHARLES BUKOWSKI the best part was
pulling down the
shades
stuffing the doorbell
with rags
p...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI It is difficult
to get the news from poems
yet men die miserably every day
for ...
WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS A spider lives inside my head
Who weaves a strange and wondrous web
Of silken threads and ...
SHEL SILVERSTEIN Linger now with me, thou Beauty,
On the sharp archaic shore.
Surely 'tis a wastrel's dut...
MERVYN PEAKE My tears of joy
hear the raindrops crying,
as the rain never wants to pour
down on my...
MUNIA KHAN Steven dreamed of you the very second
you died
(So the poem goes)
and you may h...
JON PAUL FIORENTINO Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage;
Minds innocent and quiet take RICHARD LOVELACE My heart can feel the softness of a star
Only when the moon stays afar
I lay my mind on t...
MUNIA KHAN Original Poems for Infant Minds My Mother
Who ran to help me when I fell,
And would some prett...
ANON. When I recorded my solo album, 'Keep It Hid,' in 2008, I'd gotten more interested in son...
DAN AUERBACH nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whos...
E.E. CUMMINGS Divine love"
"Don't Leave me,
ONLY
To carry my body
on my two feet
SEEMA GUPTA Writing poems
is simply an excuse
to remember You.
KAMAND KOJOURI You are the
remedy of intensity
i need in my life, to
spin me out of the
miserab...
CURTIS TYRONE JONES Sleep my friend and you will see
That dream is my reality
They keep me locked up in this c...
METALLICA WELCOME HOME SANITARIUM You must remember that you are my prime treasure (and always have been).'
Emma Darwin to husban...
DEBORAH HEILIGMAN The Clock on the Morning Lenape Building
Must Clocks be circles?
Time is not a circl...
JERRY SPINELLI I came to the table, pulled up a chair, and sat.
“Everyone brought a pet. I feel left ...
ILONA ANDREWS I know
you and I
are not about poems or
other sentimental bullshit
but I have t...
CLEMENTINE VON RADICS I don't know if I have a favorite color.
KATE MIDDLETON It's very special having a new little girl.
KATE MIDDLETON I surrendered my beliefs
and found myself at the tree of life
injecting my story into the...
SAUL WILLIAMS When a country is defeated, there remain only mountains and rivers, and on a ruined castle in spring...
MATSUO BASHō Oh—and Darien?”
“Yeah?”
“Diet. Don’t forget. I think the third flo...
ASHLEY POSTON It was all over the place -- little bits of crack here, paraphernalia. It was on the bed, on the flo...
GEORGE KAJTSA I've written you sixty-seven love poems.
Here’s another one for you.
But really, for me....
KAMAND KOJOURI There were still few rules at Down House, and Charles was not very good at enforcing the ones he and...
DEBORAH HEILIGMAN I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is...
JOYCE KILMER There is a voice in my head that is only silenced by the scratching of my pen
JESSICA-LYNN BARBOUR
More Charles Bukowski
Having a bunch of cats around is good. If you're feeling bad, you just look at the cats, you'...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI The difference between a democracy and a dictatorship is that in a democracy you vote first and take...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI There are women who can make you feel more with their bodies and their souls, but these are the exac...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI the way to create art is to burn and destroy
ordinary concepts and to substitute them
with...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI In the old days, before I was married, or knew a lot of women, I would just pull down all the shades...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?
CHARLES BUKOWSKI Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI Understand me. I’m not like an ordinary world. I have my madness, I live in another dimension and ...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI I had noticed that both in the very poor and very rich extremes of society the mad were often allowe...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I'm not going to make it, but you laugh...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI Do you hate people?”
“I don't hate them...I just feel better when they're not around.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI when I am feeling
low
all i have to do is
watch my cats
and my
courage
CHARLES BUKOWSKI animals never worry about Heaven or Hell. neither do I. maybe that's why we get along
CHARLES BUKOWSKI There's nothing like privacy. You know, I like people. It's nice that they might like my books and a...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can't ...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI I was a man who thrived on solitude; without it I was like another man without food or water. Each d...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI being alone never felt right. sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI I've never been lonely. I've been in a room -- I've felt suicidal. I've been depressed. I've felt aw...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI Sex is kicking death in the ass while singing.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI The shortest distance between two points is often unbearable.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI I wish to weep
but sorrow is
stupid.
I wish to believe
but belief is a
grav...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI Find what you love and let it kill you.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI My dear,
Find what you love and let it kill you.
Let it drain you of your all. Let it clin...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI That is what friendship means. Sharing the prejudice of experience.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can't ...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI You begin saving the world by saving one man at a time; all else is grandiose romanticism or politic...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI Show me a man who lives alone and has a perpetually clean kitchen, and 8 times out of 9 I'll show yo...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI The whole LSD, STP, marijuana, heroin, hashish, prescription cough medicine crowd suffers from the W...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI Well, people got attatched. Once you cut the umbilical cord they attatched to the other things. Sigh...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI I killed four flies while waiting. Damn, death was everywhere. Man, bird, beast, reptile, rodent, in...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI Strangers when you meet, strangers when you part -a gymnasium of bodies namelessly masturbating each...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI I see men assassinated around me every day. I walk through rooms of the dead, streets of the dead, c...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI Never get out of bed before noon
CHARLES BUKOWSKI Show me a man who lives alone and has a perpetually clean kitchen, and 8 times out of 9 I'll show ...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI I can relax with bums because I am a bum. I don't like laws, morals, religions, rules. I don'...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI Writers have to put up with this editor thing; it is ageless and eternal and wrong.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI The more cats you have, the longer you live. If you have a hundred cats, you'll live 10 times lo...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI Somebody once asked me what my theory of life was, and I said, 'Don't try.' That fits th...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI Genius might be the ability to say a profound thing in a simple way.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI When everything works best, it's not because you chose writing but because writing chose you. It...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI I guess the only time most people think about injustice is when it happens to them.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI when we were kids
laying around the lawn
on our
bellies
we often talked CHARLES BUKOWSKI We're all going to die, all of us; what a circus! That alone should make us love each other, but...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI we
sat there
smoking
cigarettes
at
5
in the morning.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI What is your advice to young writers?”
“Drink, fuck and smoke plenty of cigarettes.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI News travels fast in places where nothing much ever happens.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI When I worked on a magazine, I learned that there are many, many writers writing that can't writ...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI The Genius Of The Crowd
there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the avera...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI What my character is or how many jails I have lounged in, or wards or walls or wassails, how many lo...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI you boys can keep your virgins
give me hot old women in high heels
with asses that forgo...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI The telephone is needed for
Emergency purposes only
These people are not
Emergencies,...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI Love is a form of prejudice. You love what you need, you love what makes you feel good, you love wha...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him ou...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI I kept writing not because I felt I was so good, but because I felt they were so bad, including Shak...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI and our few good times will be rare because we have the critical sense
and are not easy to fool...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI If you have the ability to love, love yourself first.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI I do not like the human race. I don't like their heads, I don't like their faces, I don'...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI Censorship is the tool of those who have the need to hide actualities from themselves and from other...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI Joan of Arc had style. Jesus had style.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI The male, for all his bravado and exploration, is the loyal one, the one who generally feels love. T...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI The free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it - basically because you feel good, very good,...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI I don't like jail, they got the wrong kind of bars in there.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI Bad taste creates many more millionaires than good taste.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI I heard an airplane passing overhead. I wished I was on it.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI We don’t even ask happiness, just a little less pain.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI To experience real agony is something hard to write about, impossible to understand while it grips y...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI my mother, poor fish,
wanting to be happy, beaten two or three times a
week, telling me to...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI Poetry is what happens when nothing else can.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, sta...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI The problem with the world is that the intelligent people are full of doubts, while the stupid ones ...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI He asked, "What makes a man a writer?" "Well," I said, "it's simple. You either get it down on paper...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI What a weary time those years were -- to have the desire and the need to live but not the ability.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI I care for you, darling, I love you,
the only reason I fucked L. is because you fucked
Z. ...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI She's mad, but she's magic. There's no lie in her fire.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI If you're going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don't even start. This could mean losing girlfrie...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI I'd decided the campus was just a place to hide. There were some campus freaks who stayed on forever...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI It was better for me when I could imagine greatness in others, even if it wasn't always there.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI what matters most is how well you walk through the fire
CHARLES BUKOWSKI Look, let me put it this way: with me, you’re number one and there isn’t even a number two.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI I don't write so much now. I'm getting on 33, pot belly and creeping dementia.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI I have no definite talent or trade, and how I stay alive is largely a matter of magic.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it d...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI The thing that I fear discriminating against is humor and truth.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI Show me a man who lives alone and has a perpetually clean kitchen, and 8 times out of 9 I'll sho...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI We have wasted History like a bunch of drunks shooting dice back in the men's crapper of the loc...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI people see so many movies that when they finally see one not so bad as the others, they think it's g...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI Show me a man who lives alone and has a perpetually clean kitchen, and 8 times out of 9 I'll show ...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI Nothing was ever in tune. People just blindly grabbed at whatever there was: communism, health foods...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI The difference between a democracy and a dictatorship is that in a democracy you vote first and take...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI Of course it's possible to love a human being if you don't know them too well.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI An intellectual says a simple thing in a hard way. An artist says a hard thing in a simple way.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI I went to the worst of bars hoping to get killed but all I could do was to get drunk again.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI Drinking is an emotional thing. It joggles you out of the standardism of everyday life, out of every...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI Show me a man who lives alone and has a perpetually clean kitchen, and 8 times out of 9 I'll show ...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI I don't like the clean-shaven boy with the necktie and the good job. I like desperate men, men w...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI Humanity, you never had it to begin with.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI I have not worked out my poems with a careful will, falling rather on haphazard and blind formulatio...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI I only type every third night. I have no plan. My mind is a blank. I sit down. The typewriter gives ...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI To do a dull thing with style-now THAT'S what I call art.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI You begin saving the world by saving one person at a time; all else is grandiose romanticism or poli...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI people diminish me;
the longer I sit and listen to them
the more empty I feel but I don't...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI Everything else just kept picking and picking, hacking away. And nothing was interesting, nothing. T...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI A i urreni njerëzit?
Unë nuk i urrej ata ... Unë vetëm ndjehen mirë kur ata nuk janë për...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI If you want to know who your friends are, get yourself a jail sentence.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI My writing is jagged and harsh, I want it to remain that way; I don't want it smoothed out.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI Never envy a man his lady. Behind it all lays a living hell.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI I will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything y...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI What a pitiful mass of dangerous nothing
CHARLES BUKOWSKI there's no release, just gurus and self- appointed gods and hucksters. the more people say, the less...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI I'm too careless. I don't put out enough effort. I'm tired.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI it doesn't matter if Prince Charles falls off his horse
or that the hummingbird is so seldom CHARLES BUKOWSKI The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even during the day ...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI There is only one place to write and that is alone at a typewriter. The writer who has to go into th...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI there is a place in the heart that
will never be filled
a space
and even ...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI Real loneliness is not necessarily limited to when you are alone.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI unless it comes out of
your soul like a rocket,
unless being still would
drive you to...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI now it’s computers and more computers
and soon everybody will have one,
3-year-olds will...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI Beasts bounding through time.
Van Gogh writing his brother for paints
Hemingway tes...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI dogs and angels are not
very far apart
CHARLES BUKOWSKI I remember awakening one morning and finding everything smeared with the color of forgotten love.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI Most poets are young simply because they have not been caught up. Show me an old poet, and I'll ...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI I didn't have any friends at school, didn't want any. I felt better being alone. I sat on a bench an...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI My days, my years, my life has seen up and downs, lights and darknesses. If I wrote only and continu...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI they simply never understand,
do they,
that sometimes solitude
is
one of the mos...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI great writers are indecent people
they live unfairly
saving the best part for paper.
...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI there is a loneliness in this world so great
that you can see it in the slow movement of
t...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI My flesh looked like it wasn't trying. It looked like it hated being part of me.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI Style is the answer to everything.
A fresh way to approach a dull or dangerous thing
To do...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI You women have more holes than swiss cheese.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI I'm becoming softer and softer.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI y la fama y el amor
nada más que un truco para atenuar nuestra herida.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI Uno se puede encariñar de muchas cosas aparte del sexo pero es mejor si el sexo está presente de a...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI las palabras bonitas
como las mujeres bonitas
se arrugan y mueren.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI there are worse things
than being alone
but it often takes
decades to realize this CHARLES BUKOWSKI your best men are
drunks and your worst men are
locking them
up,
your best men a...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI there was something about
that city, though
it didn't let me feel guilty
that I had n...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI we must bring
our own light
to the
darkness.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI my beerdrunk soul is sadder than all the dead christmas trees of the world.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI Thirty- eight years old and he was finished. He sipped at the coffee and remembered where he had gon...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI I wanted the whole world or nothing.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI You have to die a few times before you can really
live.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI My ambition is handicapped by laziness
CHARLES BUKOWSKI Some people never go crazy, What truly horrible lives they must live.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI I went to the kitchen and felt-up the turkey.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI There is nothing that teaches you more than regrouping after failure ad moving on. Yet most people a...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI Well it’s good to have a car like that, once in a while somebody’ll say, ‘why don’t you come...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI If I write badly about blacks, homosexuals and women, it is because of these who I met were that. Th...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI having nothing to struggle
against
they have nothing to struggle
for.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI There is a time to stop reading, there is a time to STOP trying to WRITE, there is a time to kick th...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI I stopped looking for a Dream Girl, I just wanted one that wasn't a nightmare.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI The place trembled with sound. I didn't need to do anything. They would do it all. But you had to be...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI You're afraid of the audience, aren't you?"
"Yes, but it's not stagefright. It's that I'm there...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI To do a dull thing with style-now that's what I call art.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI Sex is interesting, but it's not totally important. I mean it's not even as important (physically) a...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI Before you kill something make sure you have something better to replace it with; something better t...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI I don't like jail, they got the wrong kind of bars in there
CHARLES BUKOWSKI There are worse things than being alone,
CHARLES BUKOWSKI Boring damned people. All over the earth. Propagating more boring damned people. What a horror show....
CHARLES BUKOWSKI that your power of command
with simple language was
one of the magnificent things of
...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI Cats tell me without effort all that there is to know.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI I
think that the
world should be full of cats and full of rain, that's all, just
cats...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI My objection to war was not that I had to kill somebody or be killed senselessly, that hardly matter...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI My heart is a thousand years old. I am not like other people.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI girls
please give your
bodies and your
lives
to
the young men
who
CHARLES BUKOWSKI We’ve all heard that little woman who says, “Oh, it’s terrible what these young people do to t...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI - I tak nieźle sobie pożyłem.
- Co to za życie? – powiedział ojciec.- Nic tylko kłamstw...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI I guess I´m too used to sitting in a small room and making
words do a few things. I see enoug...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI So be careful when you bend over.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI as long as there are
human beings about
there is never going to be
any peace
for...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI I have, he went on, betrayed myself with
belief, deluded myself with love
tricked myself w...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI is there any wonder why the world is where it’s at now? just notice the creature sitting near you ...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI they thought that writing had
something to do with
the politics of the
thing.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI it’s as if he were hiding in there and I want to console him, say: “I am sorry, poor fellow, but...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI it is a fine sunny day and great matters loom across the horizon of history. Carthage in my rearview...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI I often carry things to read so that I will not have to look at the people.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI another hot summer night as I sit here and play at being a writer again. and the worst thing of cour...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI Living too long takes more than time
CHARLES BUKOWSKI humanity you sick motherfucker.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI I look like a man in a death camp.
I
am.
still, I'm lucky: I feat on solitude, ...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI Writing is its own intoxication.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI if I had a book or a drink then I didn’t think too much of other things—fools create their own p...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI But you know, my former life as a bibliophile, it possibly kept me from murdering somebody, myself i...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI alone tonight in this house, alone with 6 cats who tell me without effort all that there is to know.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI a bird no one wants. he’s mine. my bird of pain. he doesn’t sing. that bird swaying on the bough...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI of one hundred movies there's one that is fair, one that's good and ninety eight that are very bad. ...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI people are worn away with striving, they hide in common habits. their concerns are herd concerns. fe...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI death is walking
up and down
this room
smoking my cigars
taking hits of my <...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI there was a soldier in the next room living with his wife and he would soon be going over there to p...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI I was so thin I could slice bread with my shoulderblades, only I seldom had bread
CHARLES BUKOWSKI well, death says, as he walks by, I'm going to get you anyhow no matter what you've been: writer, ca...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI not writing is not good but trying to write when you can't is worse.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI great books are the ones we need
CHARLES BUKOWSKI young or old, good or bad, I don't think anything dies as slow and as hard as a writer.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI I could read the great books but the great books don't interest me.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI writing about a writer's block is better than not writing at all
CHARLES BUKOWSKI I tell you such fine music waits in the shadows of hell.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI I often carry things to read
so that I will not have to look at
the people.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI Now we are citizens of nothing. the sun itself knows the sad truth of how we surrendered our lives a...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI