Morgengrau

“being alone you decided, was a
magnificent miracle.
nothing else made any
sense at all.

—escape”
― Charles Bukowski, Betting on the Muse: Poems & Stories

“I took my bottle and went to my bedroom. I undressed down to my shorts and went to bed. Nothing was ever in tune. People just blindly grabbed at whatever there was: communism, health foods, zen, surfing, ballet, hypnotism, group encounters, orgies, biking, herbs, Catholicism, weight-lifting, travel, withdrawal, vegetarianism, India, painting, writing, sculpting, composing, conducting, backpacking, yoga, copulating, gambling, drinking, hanging around, frozen yogurt, Beethoven, Bach, Buddha, Christ, TM, H, carrot juice, suicide, handmade suits, jet travel, New York City, and then it all evaporated and fell apart. People had to find things to do while waiting to die. I guess it was nice to have a choice.

I took my choice. I raised the fifth of vodka and drank it straight. The Russians knew something.”
― Charles Bukowski, Women

“Fay had grey hair and always dressed in black. She said she was protesting the war.”
― Charles Bukowski, Post Office

“So tired you want to quit, then you get more tired, and forget to quit.”
― Charles Bukowski, South of No North