#bukowski

I wasn’t lonely. I experienced no self-pity. I was just caught up in a life in which I could find no meaning. ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#charles-bukowski #life

Frankly, I was horrified by life, at what a man had to do simply in order to eat, sleep, and keep himself clothed. So I stayed in bed and drank. When you drank the world was still out there, but for the moment it didn’t have you by the throat. ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#bukowski #life

I'm fucking the grave, I thought, I'm bringing the dead back to life... ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#love-is-a-dog-from-hell #one-of-the-hottest #life

Yes Yes when God created love he didn't help most when God created dogs He didn't help dogs when God created plants that was average when God created hate we had a standard utility when God created me He created me when God created the monkey He was asleep when He created the giraffe He was drunk when He created narcotics He was high and when He created suicide He was low when He created you lying in bed He knew what He was doing He was drunk and He was high and He created the mountains and the sea and fire at the same time He made some mistakes but when He created you lying in bed He came all over His Blessed Universe. ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#humor #passion #women #humor

I didn't have any friends at school, didn't want any. I felt better being alone. I sat on a bench and watched the others play and they looked foolish to me. ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#play

I wasn't a misanthrope and I wasn't a misogynist but I liked being alone. It felt good to sit alone in a small space and smoke and drink. I had always been good company for myself. ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#space

Writing was never work for me. It had been the same for as long as I could remember: turn on the radio to a classical music station, light a cigarette or a cigar, open the bottle. The typer did the rest. All I had to do was be there. The whole process allowed me to continue when life itself offered very little, when life itself was a horror show. There was always the typer to soothe me, to talk to me, to entertain me, to save my ass. Basically that's why I wrote: to save my ass, to save my ass from the madhouse, from the streets, from myself. ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#writing #life

To create art means to be crazy alone forever. ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#bukowskisism #poetry #art

Oh, I don’t mean you’re handsome, not the way people think of handsome. Your face seems kind. But your eyes - they’re beautiful. They’re wild, crazy, like some animal peering out of a forest on fire. ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#handsome #beauty

all theories like cliches shot to hell, all these small faces looking up beautiful and believing; I wish to weep but sorrow is stupid. I wish to believe but believe is a graveyard. we have narrowed it down to the butcherknife and the mockingbird wish us luck. ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#fire #luck #poem #quote #beauty