December 2011
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I wasn’t going anywhere and neither was the rest of the world. We were all just...
– Bukowski, Pulp. (via various-vacuousventings)
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The hardest
the hardest birthday for me was my 30th, I didn’t want anybody to know. I’d been sitting in the same bar night and day and I thought, how long am I going to be able to keep up this bluff? when am I going to give it up and start acting like everybody else? I ordered another drink and thought about it and then the answer came to me: when you’re dead, baby, when you’re dead like the rest of them.
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But, basically, most bad trips are caused by the individual being trained and...
– Charles Bukowski (via henrycharlesbukowski)
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misbegotten paradise
the bad days and the bad nights now come too often, the old dream of having a few easy years before death— that dream vanished as the other dreams have. too bad, too bad, too bad. from the beginning, through the middle years and up to the end: too bad, too bad, too bad. there were moments, sparkles of hope but they quickly dissolved back into the same old formula: the stink of reality. even...
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He’d gotten tired of Christmas parties and New Year’s parties and...
– South Of No North - Charles Bukowski
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The elephants of Vietnam
first they used to, he told me, gun and bomb the elephants, you could hear their screams over all the other sounds; but you flew high to bomb the people, you never saw it, just a little flash from way up but with the elephants you could watch it happen and hear how they screamed; i’d tell my buddies, listen, you guys stop that, but they just laughed as the elephants scattered throwing up...
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I went to the worst of bars
hoping to get
killed.
but all I could do was to...
– Charles Bukowski, The Suicide Kid (via uuer)
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you
no faces
no faces at all
laughing at nothing
let me tell you
i have...
– Charles Bukowski - Tales of Ordinary Madness
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My beerdrunk soul is sadder than all the dead christmas trees of the world.
– Charles Bukowski
Anonymous asked: What about your least favorite novel by Bukowski? I haven't read "Pulp" or "Hollywood" yet, but I found "Post Office" to be the least enjoyable for me, though I still liked it. I liked "Women" the most, with "Ham on Rye" a close second. I found "Factotum" to be slightly better than "Post Office."
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there is always that space there
just before they get to us
that space
that...
– It’s Ours, Charles Bukowski (via afairerway)
lookingforalpaca asked: what would you say is your favorite Charles Bukowski book?
hand-me-downs-et-cetera asked: this might be strange to ask, but i'm doing a project and would like to include some bukowski poetry in it if possible. can you think of any of his pieces in particular that speak to advertising or the role of art?
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Don't give up
I was laying in bed one night and I thought ‘I’ll just quit — to hell with it.’ And another little voice inside me said ‘Don’t quit — save that tiny little ember of spark.’ And never give them that spark because as long as you have that spark, you can start the greatest fire again.
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dismiss perfection as an ache of the
greedy
but do not give in to the mass...
– Charles Bukowski
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They drove along slowly, speaking of various possible and insane things - like,...
– Charles Bukowski, Tales of Ordinary Madness (via buynewsoul)
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I’m simple, not profound. My genius stems from an interest in whores, working...
– Charles Bukowski
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Bad luck for the young poet would be a rich father, an early marriage, an early...
– Charles Bukowski
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Not all of us are gamblers; those who aren’t don’t matter.
– Charles Bukowski
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The more crap you believe, the better off you are.
– Charles Bukowski
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Spark
chaosnazi:
I always resented all the years, the hours, the minutes I gave them as a working stiff, it actually hurt my head, my insides, it made me dizzy and a bit crazy - I couldn’t understand the murdering of my years yet my fellow workers gave no signs of agony, many of them even seemed satisfied, and seeing them that way drove me almost as crazy as the dull and senseless work.
the workers...
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Anonymous asked: What books would you recommend?
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Those in control always preferred to overwork a few men continually,
instead of...
– Factotum - Charles Bukowski
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people are worn away with
striving,
they hide in common
habits.
their...
– The Last Night of the Earth Poems - Charles Bukowski