#bukowski

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

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

La mayoría de la muerte de la gente es una farsa, no queda en ellos nada que pueda morir ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#death #spanish #death

there are so many days when living stops and pulls up and sits and waits like a train on the rails. ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#layover #life #living #poetry #life

We are like roses that have never bothered to bloom when we should have bloomed and it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#rose

I guess the only time most people think about injustice is when it happens to them. ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#injustice #injustice