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  • #1
    Charles Bukowski
    “My heart is a thousand years old. I am not like other people.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #2
    Charles Bukowski
    “What is your advice to young writers?”
    “Drink, fuck and smoke plenty of cigarettes.”
    Charles Bukowski, Hot Water Music

  • #3
    Charles Bukowski
    “The area dividing the brain and the soul
    Is affected in many ways by experience --
    Some lose all mind and become soul:
    insane.
    Some lose all soul and become mind:
    intellectual.
    Some lose both and become:
    accepted.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #4
    Charles 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

  • #5
    Charles Bukowski
    “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

  • #6
    Charles Bukowski
    “If you have the ability to love, love yourself first.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #7
    Charles Bukowski
    “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

  • #8
    Charles Bukowski
    “The problem was you had to keep choosing between one evil or another, and no matter what you chose, they sliced a little bit more off you, until there was nothing left. At the age of 25 most people were finished. A whole god-damned nation of assholes driving automobiles, eating, having babies, doing everything in the worst way possible, like voting for the presidential candidates who reminded them most of themselves. I had no interests. I had no interest in anything. I had no idea how I was going to escape. At least the others had some taste for life. They seemed to understand something that I didn't understand. Maybe I was lacking. It was possible. I often felt inferior. I just wanted to get away from them. But there was no place to go.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #9
    Charles Bukowski
    “We don’t even ask happiness, just a little less pain.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #10
    Charles Bukowski
    “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

  • #11
    Charles Bukowski
    “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 against a wall to be shot
    Crane off the back of a boat into the propeller
    the impossibility
    Sylvia with her head in the oven like a baked potato
    Harry Crosby leaping into that Black Sun
    Lorca murdered in the road by the Spanish troops
    the impossibility
    Artaud sitting on a madhouse bench
    Chatterton drinking rat poison
    Shakespeare a plagiarist
    Beethoven with a horn stuck into his head against deafness
    the impossibility the impossibility
    Nietzsche gone totally mad
    the impossibility of being human
    all too human
    this breathing
    in and out
    out and in
    these punks
    these cowards
    these champions
    these mad dogs of glory

    moving this little bit of light toward
    us
    impossibly”
    Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense



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