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  • #1
    Charles Bukowski
    “there is a place in the heart that
    will never be filled

    a space

    and even during the
    best moments
    and
    the greatest times
    times

    we will know it

    we will know it
    more than
    ever

    there is a place in the heart that
    will never be filled
    and

    we will wait
    and
    wait

    in that space.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #2
    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

  • #3
    Charles Bukowski
    “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, Back, 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.”
    Charles Bukowski, Women

  • #4
    Charles Bukowski
    “Pain is strange. A cat killing a bird, a car accident, a fire.... Pain arrives, BANG, and there it is, it sits on you. It's real. And to anybody watching, you look foolish. Like you've suddenly become an idiot. There's no cure for it unless you know somebody who understands how you feel, and knows how to help.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #5
    Charles Bukowski
    “There's nothing to mourn about death any more than there is to mourn about the growing of a flower. What is terrible is not death but the lives people live or don't live up until their death. They don't honor their own lives, they piss on their lives. They shit them away. Dumb fuckers. They concentrate too much on fucking, movies, money, family, fucking. Their minds are full of cotton. They swallow God without thinking, they swallow country without thinking. Soon they forget how to think, they let others think for them. Their brains are stuffed with cotton. They look ugly, they talk ugly, they walk ugly. Play them the great music of the centuries and they can't hear it. Most people's deaths are a sham. There's nothing left to die.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #6
    Charles Bukowski
    “Baby," I said, "I'm a genius but nobody knows it but me.”
    Charles Bukowski, Factotum

  • #7
    Charles Bukowski
    “You begin saving the world by saving one man at a time; all else is grandiose romanticism or politics.”
    Charles Bukowski, Women

  • #8
    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

  • #9
    Charles Bukowski
    “great writers are indecent people
    they live unfairly
    saving the best part for paper.

    good human beings save the world
    so that bastards like me can keep creating art,
    become immortal.
    if you read this after I am dead
    it means I made it.”
    Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last

  • #10
    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

  • #11
    Charles Bukowski
    “I was sentimental about many things: a woman’s shoes under the bed; one hairpin left behind on the dresser; the way they said, 'I’m going to pee.' hair ribbons; walking down the boulevard with them at 1:30 in the afternoon, just two people walking together; the long nights of drinking and smoking; talking; the arguments; thinking of suicide; eating together and feeling good; the jokes; the laughter out of nowhere; feeling miracles in the air; being in a parked car together; comparing past loves at 3am; being told you snore; hearing her snore; mothers, daughters, sons, cats, dogs; sometimes death and sometimes divorce; but always carring on, always seeing it through; reading a newspaper alone in a sandwich joint and feeling nausea because she’s now married to a dentist with an I.Q. of 95; racetracks, parks, park picnics; even jails; her dull friends; your dull friends; your drinking, her dancing; your flirting, her flirting; her pills, your fucking on the side and her doing the same; sleeping together”
    Charles Bukowski, Women

  • #12
    Charles Bukowski
    “I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: "Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming for me? I'll be ready.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #13
    Charles Bukowski
    “I want so much that is not here and do not know
    where to go.”
    Charles Bukowski, The Roominghouse Madrigals: Early Selected Poems, 1946-1966

  • #14
    Charles Bukowski
    “you son of a bitch, she said, I am
    trying to build a meaningful
    relationship.

    you can't build it with a hammer,
    he said.”
    Charles Bukowski, Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit

  • #15
    Charles Bukowski
    “The Laughing Heart

    your life is your life
    don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
    be on the watch.
    there are ways out.
    there is a light somewhere.
    it may not be much light but
    it beats the darkness.
    be on the watch.
    the gods will offer you chances.
    know them.
    take them.
    you can’t beat death but
    you can beat death in life, sometimes.
    and the more often you learn to do it,
    the more light there will be.
    your life is your life.
    know it while you have it.
    you are marvelous
    the gods wait to delight
    in you.”
    Charles Bukowski, Betting on the Muse: Poems & Stories
    tags: life

  • #16
    Charles Bukowski
    “I want to
    let her know
    though
    that all the nights
    sleeping
    beside her

    even the useless
    arguments
    were things
    ever splendid

    and the hard
    words
    I ever feared to
    say
    can now be
    said:

    I love
    you.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #17
    Charles Bukowski
    “Anything is a waste of time unless you are fucking well or creating well or getting well or looming toward a kind of phantom-love-happiness.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #18
    Charles Bukowski
    “you've got to burn
    straight up and down
    and then maybe sidewise
    for a while
    and have your guts
    scrambled by a
    bully
    and the demonic
    ladies,
    you've got to run
    along the edge of
    madness
    teetering,
    you've got to starve
    like a winter
    alleycat,
    you've go to live
    with the imbecility
    of at least a dozen
    cities,
    then maybe
    maybe
    maybe
    you might know
    where you are
    for a tiny
    blinking
    moment.”
    Charles Bukowski, Bone Palace Ballet: New Poems

  • #19
    Charles Bukowski
    “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, Women

  • #20
    Charles Bukowski
    “‎"she’ mad but she’
    magic. there’ no lie in her fire.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #21
    Charles Bukowski
    “People are strange: They are constantly angered by trivial things, but on a major matter like totally wasting their lives, they hardly seem to notice.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #22
    Charles Bukowski
    “I said goodbye again
    sucking up all that was left of her into the
    little that was left of
    me. I said, 'don't look for me again. fuck it.
    we are all lost. goodbye, goodbye.”
    Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last

  • #23
    Charles Bukowski
    “I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn't have a god, politics, ideas, ideals. I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. I didn't make for an interesting person. I didn't want to be interesting, it was too hard. What I really wanted was only a soft, hazy space to live in, and to be left alone. On the other hand, when I got drunk I screamed, went crazy, got all out of hand. One kind of behavior didn't fit the other. I didn't care.”
    Charles Bukowski, Women

  • #24
    Charles Bukowski
    “Human relationships didn't work anyhow. Only the first two weeks had any zing, then the participants lost their interest. Masks dropped away and real people began to appear: cranks, imbeciles, the demented, the vengeful, sadists, killers. Modern society had created its own kind and they feasted on each other. It was a duel to the death--in a cesspool.”
    Charles Bukowski, Women

  • #25
    Charles Bukowski
    “your letters got sadder. your lovers betrayed you. kid, I wrote back, all lovers betray. it didn't help. you said you had a crying bench and it was by a bridge and the bridge was over the river and you sat on the crying bench every night and wept for the lovers who had hurt and forgotten you.”
    Charles Bukowski, Love Is a Dog from Hell

  • #26
    Charles Bukowski
    “I was glad I wasn't in love, that I wasn't happy with the world. I like being at odds with everything. People in love often become edgy, dangerous. They lose their sense of perspective. They lose their sense of humor. They become nervous, psychotic bores. They even become killers.”
    Charles Bukowski, Women
    tags: love

  • #27
    Charles Bukowski
    “one can never be sure whether it's good poetry or bad acid”
    Charles Bukowski, Love Is a Dog from Hell

  • #28
    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.

    there's a bluebird in my heart that
    wants to get out
    but I pur whiskey on him and inhale
    cigarette smoke
    and the whores and the bartenders
    and the grocery clerks
    never know that
    he's
    in there.
    there's a bluebird in my heart that
    wants to get out
    but I'm too tough for him,
    I say,
    stay down, do you want to mess
    me up?
    you want to screw up the
    works?
    you want to blow my book sales in
    Europe?

    there's a bluebird in my heart that
    wants to get out
    but I'm too clever, I only let him out
    at night sometimes
    when everybody's asleep.
    I say, I know that you're there,
    so don't be
    sad.
    then I put him back,
    but he's singing a little
    in there, I haven't quite let him
    die
    and we sleep together like
    that
    with our
    secret pact
    and it's nice enough to
    make a man
    weep, but I don't
    weep, do you?”
    charles bukowski

  • #29
    Charles Bukowski
    “Learn, he says, that there will be hours, days
    and months ahead of feeling absolutely terrible
    and nothing can change that; neither new
    girlfriends, health professionals, changes of diet, dope, humility, or
    God. ”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #30
    Charles Bukowski
    “and then there are some who
    believe that old
    relationships can be
    revived and made new
    again.

    but please
    if you feel that way

    don't phone
    don't write
    don't arrive”
    Bukowski C.



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