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  • #1
    Charles Bukowski
    “Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #2
    Charles Bukowski
    “We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #3
    Charles Bukowski
    “You have to die a few times before you can really
    live.”
    Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last

  • #4
    Charles Bukowski
    “there are worse things
    than being alone
    but it often takes
    decades to realize this
    and most often when you do
    it's too late
    and there's nothing worse
    than too late”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #5
    Charles Bukowski
    “If you're losing your soul and you know it, then you've still got a soul left to lose”
    Charles Bukowski and Carl Weissner

  • #6
    Charles Bukowski
    “Some lose all mind and become soul,insane.
    some lose all soul and become mind, intellectual.
    some lose both and become accepted”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #7
    Charles Bukowski
    “There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out
    but I'm too tough for him,
    I say, stay in there, I'm not going to let anybody see you.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #8
    Charles Bukowski
    “you boys can keep your virgins
    give me hot old women in high heels
    with asses that forgot to get old.”
    Charles Bukowski, Love Is a Dog from Hell

  • #9
    Charles Bukowski
    “there is always one woman to save you from another and as that woman saves you she makes ready to destroy”
    Charles Bukowski, Love Is a Dog from Hell

  • #10
    Charles Bukowski
    “unless it comes out of
    your soul like a rocket,
    unless being still would
    drive you to madness or
    suicide or murder,
    don't do it.
    unless the sun inside you is
    burning your gut,
    don't do it.

    when it is truly time,
    and if you have been chosen,
    it will do it by
    itself and it will keep on doing it
    until you die or it dies in you.

    there is no other way.

    and there never was.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #11
    Charles Bukowski
    “I often carry things to read
    so that I will not have to look at
    the people.”
    Charles Bukowski, The Last Night of the Earth Poems

  • #12
    Charles Bukowski
    “Without literature, life is hell.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #13
    Charles Bukowski
    “If you have the ability to love, love yourself first.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #14
    Charles Bukowski
    “I guess the only time most people think about injustice is when it happens to them.”
    Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye

  • #15
    Charles Bukowski
    “love be damned now
    as love was damned when it
    first arrived.”
    Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last

  • #16
    Charles Bukowski
    “some men never
    die
    and some men never
    live

    but we're all alive
    tonight.”
    Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense

  • #17
    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

  • #18
    Charles Bukowski
    “I was their bar freak, they needed me
    to make themselves feel
    better.
    just like, at times, I needed that
    graveyard.”
    Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense

  • #19
    Charles Bukowski
    “they simply never understand,
    do they,
    that sometimes solitude
    is
    one of the most beautiful
    things
    on earth?”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #20
    Charles Bukowski
    “what matters most is how well you walk through the fire”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #21
    Charles Bukowski
    “Poetry is what happens when nothing else can.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #22
    Charles Bukowski
    “I remember awakening one morning and finding everything smeared with the color of forgotten love.”
    Charles Bukowski, What Matters Most is How Well You Walk Through the Fire

  • #23
    Charles Bukowski
    “We don’t even ask happiness, just a little less pain.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #24
    Charles Bukowski
    “You begin saving the world by saving one man at a time; all else is grandiose romanticism or politics.”
    Charles Bukowski, Women

  • #25
    Ingeborg Bachmann
    “I am a dead man who wanders
    registered nowhere”
    Ingeborg Bachmann, Darkness Spoken: The Collected Poems of Ingeborg Bachmann

  • #26
    Anne Sexton
    “As it has been said:
    Love and a cough
    cannot be concealed.
    Even a small cough.
    Even a small love.”
    Anne Sexton

  • #27
    Anne Sexton
    “I am a collection of dismantled almosts.”
    Anne Sexton, Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters

  • #28
    Anne Sexton
    “I am alone here in my own mind.
    There is no map
    and there is no road.
    It is one of a kind
    just as yours is.”
    Anne Sexton

  • #29
    Anne Sexton
    “Only my books anoint me,
    and a few friends,
    those who reach into my veins.”
    Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems

  • #30
    Anne Sexton
    “Sometimes the soul takes pictures of things it has wished for, but never seen.”
    Anne Sexton



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