December 2010
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the history of one tough motherfucker
he came to the door one night, wet thin beaten and terrorized a white cross-eyed tailless cat I took him in and fed him and he stayed grew to trust me until a friend drove up the driveway and ran him over I took what was left to a vet who said,”not much chance…give him these pills…his backbone is crushed, but is was crushed before and somehow mended, if he lives he’ll never...
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the history of one tough motherfucker
he came to the door one night, wet thin beaten and terrorized a white cross-eyed tailless cat I took him in and fed him and he stayed grew to trust me until a friend drove up the driveway and ran him over I took what was left to a vet who said,”not much chance…give him these pills…his backbone is crushed, but is was crushed before and somehow mended, if he lives he’ll never...
Someday when you are gone they will talk about the force and vitality of the Outsider in mid-20th century literature, and how you stood in front of that press feeding it your blood and your hours and your life. It will be very romantic then. But now? Shit, nobody ever cares about NOW. They are always looking back.
Screams from the balcony
Charles Bukowski
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Someday when you are gone they will talk about the force and vitality of the Outsider in mid-20th century literature, and how you stood in front of that press feeding it your blood and your hours and your life. It will be very romantic then. But now? Shit, nobody ever cares about NOW. They are always looking back.
Screams from the balcony
Charles Bukowski
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the aliens
you may not believe it but there are people who go through life with very little friction or distress. they dress well, eat well, sleep well. they are contented with their family life. they have moments of grief but all in all they are undisturbed and often feel very good. and when they die it is an easy death, usually in their sleep. you may not believe it but such people do exist. but I am...
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Dear Mr. Chinaski:
We are returning these four stories but we are keeping My Beerdrunk Soul is Sadder Than All The Dead Christmas Trees Of The World. We have been watching your work for a long time and we are most happy to accept this story
Sincerely, Clay Gladmore.
from Factotum - Charles Bukowski
“…in that drunken place
you would
like to hand your heart to her
and say...”
– (via tistaroaffianco)
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“…in that drunken place
you would
like to hand your heart to her
and say...”
– Charles Bukowski
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“The ocean,” I said, “look at it out there, battering, crawling up and down. And underneath all that, the fish, the poor fish fighting each other, eating each other. We’re like those fish, only we’re up here. One bad move and you’re finished. It’s nice to be a champion. It’s nice to know your moves.”
~Post Office~
Charles Bukowski
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“The ocean,” I said, “look at it out there, battering, crawling up and down. And underneath all that, the fish, the poor fish fighting each other, eating each other. We’re like those fish, only we’re up here. One bad move and you’re finished. It’s nice to be a champion. It’s nice to know your moves.”
~Post Office~
Charles Bukowski
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“Potential,” I said, “doesn’t mean a thing. You’ve got to do it. Almost every...”
– Charles Bukowski Wome
I sat in my cheap room, a young man
totally out of place in the world.
I hardly ate, just wine and
classical music
sustained
me.
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I sat in my cheap room, a young man totally out of place in the world. I hardly ate, just wine and classical music sustained me.
Charles Bukowski
Carson McCullers
she died of alcoholism
wrapped in a blanket
on a deck chair
on an ocean
steamer.
all her books of
terrified loneliness
all her books about
the cruelty
of loveless love
were all that was left
of her
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Carson McCullers
she died of alcoholism wrapped in a blanket on a deck chair on an ocean steamer. all her books of terrified loneliness all her books about the cruelty of loveless love were all that was left of her
Charles Bukowski
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sorrow is not always quick to arrive but it’s always waiting there.
Charles Bukowski
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sometimes dogs in the alley play the violin better than the privileged peacocks who swim in butter.
- poem “the fish with yellow eyes and green fins leaps into the volcano”
Charles Bukowski
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readers of my poems
I can’t say that
I disliked them.
from poem “slim killers” - Bukowski
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readers of my poems I can’t say that I disliked them.
from poem “slim killers” - Bukowski
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“Don’t try.”
– Charles Bukowski
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reading poetry
at high noon at a small college near the beach sober the sweat running down my arms a spot of sweat on the table I flatten it with my finger blood money blood money
my god they must think I love this like the others but it’s for bread and beer and rent blood money I’m tense lousy feel bad poor people I’m failing I’m failing a woman gets up walks out slams the door a dirty poem somebody told me...
You’ll see me that night having a quiet drink at the track bar as the losers run for the parking lot. Don’t talk to me or bother me and I won’t bother you. All right?
- Henry Charles Bukowski
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You’ll see me that night having a quiet drink at the track bar as the losers run for the parking lot. Don’t talk to me or bother me and I won’t bother you. All right?
- Henry Charles Bukowski
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“he was the world’s greatest loser
but he never gave up”
– From poem “the world’s greatest loser” Charles Bukowski
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“How can I work 12 hours a night, sleep, eat, bathe, travel back and forth, get the laundry and the gas, the rent, change tires, do all the little things that have to be done and still study the scheme?” I asked one of the instructors in the scheme room. “Do without sleep,” he told me. I looked at him. He wasn’t playing Dixie on the harmonica. The damn fool was serious.
~Post Office~ Charles...
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from poem "The death of an era"
actually, what got me out of that bar was the advent of television which was just coming in. after they put in the TV, people were no longer the entertainers. they just sat together and looked at the screen.
Charles Bukowski
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from poem "The death of an era"
actually, what got me out of that bar was the advent of television which was just coming in. after they put in the TV, people were no longer the entertainers. they just sat together and looked at the screen.
Charles Bukowski
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“I could see the road ahead of me. I was poor and I was going to stay poor. But I...”
– Charles Bukowski (via leyzz)
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“my beerdrunk soul is sadder than all the dead christmas trees of the world.”
– Charles Bukowski
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Humanity? - What can we do?
at their best, there is gentleness in Humanity. some understanding and, at times, acts of courage but all in all it is a mass, a glob that doesn’t have too much. it is like a large animal deep in sleep and almost nothing can awaken it. when activated it’s best at brutality, selfishness, unjust judgments, murder.
Charles Bukowski
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Humanity? - What can we do?
at their best, there is gentleness in Humanity. some understanding and, at times, acts of courage but all in all it is a mass, a glob that doesn’t have too much. it is like a large animal deep in sleep and almost nothing can awaken it. when activated it’s best at brutality, selfishness, unjust judgments, murder.
Charles Bukowski
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it was just a little while ago
almost dawn blackbirds on the telephone wire waiting as I eat yesterday’s forgotten sandwich at 6 a.m. an a quiet Sunday morning. one shoe in the corner standing upright the other laying on it’s side. yes, some lives were made to be wasted.
Charles Bukowski
sometimes dogs
in the alley
play the violin better
than the privileged peacocks
who swim in butter.
- poem “the fish with yellow eyes and green fins leaps into the volcano”
Charles Bukowski
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ignore all possible concepts and possibilities— ignore Beethoven, the spider, the damnation of Faust— just make it, babe, make it:
-poem “Making it” Charles Bukowski
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to Jane Cooney Baker, died 1-22-62
I will not find you on the street nor will the phone ring, and each moment will not let me be in peace. it is not enough that there are many deaths and that this is not the first;
it is not enough that I may live many more days, even perhaps, more years. it is not enough. the phone is like a dead animal that will not speak. and when it speaks again it will always be the wrong voice now. I have...
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there was something about that city, though it didn’t let me feel guilty that I had no feeling for the things so many others needed. it let me alone.
Charles Bukowski - “Young in New Orleans”
there was something about that city, though it didn’t let me feel guilty that I had no feeling for the things so many others needed. it let me alone.
Charles Bukowski - “Young in New Orleans”
quis-ego-reputo asked: I enjoy your blog alot. Bukowski is thought provoking..always will be. Im new to tumblr and trying to get more followers actually...suggestions??
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reading poetry
at high noon
at a small college near the beach
sober
the sweat running down my arms
a spot of sweat on the table
I flatten it with my finger
blood money blood money
my god they must think I love this like the others
but it’s for bread and beer and rent
blood money
I’m tense lousy feel bad
poor people I’m failing I’m failing
a woman gets up
walks out
slams the door
a dirty poem
...
quis-ego-reputo asked: I enjoy your blog alot. Bukowski is thought provoking..always will be. Im new to tumblr and trying to get more followers actually...suggestions??