Whats the Use of a Title? They don’t make it the beautiful die in flame— suicide pills, rat poison, rope what— ever… they rip their arms off, throw themselves out of windows, they pull their eyes out of the sockets, reject love reject hate reject, reject. they don’t make it the beautiful can’t endure, they… Continue reading Charles Bukowski
The beautiful die young and leave the ugly to their ugly lives. — Charles Bukowski, from “Whats the Use of a Title?,” Burning in Water, Drowning in Flame. (Ecco, June 1983)
naturally, we are all caught in downmoods, it’s a matter of chemical imbalance and an existence which, at times, seems to forbid any real chance at happiness. — Charles Bukowski, from “red Mercedes,” You Get So Alone At Times That It Just Makes Sense. (Black Sparrow Press,1986)
they thought I had guts they were wrong I was only frightened of more important things — Charles Bukowski, from “Wall Clock,” Open All Night: New Poems. (Black Sparrow Press, September 1, 2000)
Too often, the only escape is sleep. — Charles Bukowski
It was a joy! Words weren’t dull, words were things that could make your mind hum. If you read them and let yourself feel the magic, you could live without pain, with hope, no matter what happened to you. ― Charles Bukowski, , Ham on Rye: A Novel. (Ecco; Reprint edition July 29, 2014) Originally… Continue reading Charles Bukowski
Iwas a man who thrived on solitude; without it I was like another man withoutfood or water. Each day without solitude weakened me. I took no pride in mysolitude; but I was dependent on it. The darkness of the room was like sunlightto me. — Charles Bukowski, Factotum. (Ecco May 31, 2002) Originallypublished 1975.