February 2012
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January 2012
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Poems and Insults, 1973 →
Live Reading, City Lights Poets Theater, San Francisco, September 14, 1973
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“Life’s as kind as you let it be.”
– from Charles Bukowski’s A Favor for Don. (via gokiburi)
December 2011
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November 2011
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October 2011
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September 2011
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“drink from the well
of your self
and begin
again.”
– Come On In - Charles Bukowski (via invincibeard)
August 2011
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“That’s the problem with drinking, I thought, as I poured myself a drink. If...”
– Charles Bukowski, “Women” (via briannekennedy)
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“As
the
spirit
WANES
the FORM
appears”
– Art by Charles Bukowski (via alechsml)
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“these industrial cocksuckers of slaves who live in Beverly Hills and Malibu,...”
– Tales of ordinary madness - Charles Bukowski (via henrycharlesbukowski)
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“The reason so much bad poetry is written is that it is written as poetry instead...”
– Charles Bukowski - Portions From A Wine-Stained Notebook (via lovepourlaleben)
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“Love is all right for those who can handle the psychic overload. It’s like...”
– Charles Bukowski, Women (via wewearstrings)
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“My beerdrunk soul is sadder than all the dead Christmas trees of the world.”
– Charles Bukowski (via tayler-marie)
July 2011
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“The tigers have found me and I don’t care.”
– Charles Bukowski, for Jane (via fatality) (via itnumberpi, youarebonbon) (via oversets)
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: The Laughing Heart | Charles Bukowski →
dreamofwhatcanbe:
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 darkness. be on the watch. the gods offer you chances. know them. take them. you can’t beat death but you can beat death in life, sometimes.
March 2011
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Excuses
bringaroundthepoesy:
once again
I hear of somebody who is going to
settle down and
do their work,
painting or writing or whatever,
as soon as they get a better light
installed,
or as soon as they move to a new
city,
or as soon as they come back from the trip they
have been planning,
or as soon as…
it’s simple; they just don’t want
to do it,
or they can’t do it,
otherwise they’d...
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December 2010
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magnificentruin:
bolus: This is the opening...
November 2010
11 posts
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“We are like roses that have never bothered to
bloom when we should have bloomed...”
– Charles Bukowski: Finish (via futurehomes)
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For Jane
spittingwhys:
225 days under grass and you know more than I.
they have long taken your blood, you are a dry stick in a basket.
is this how it works?
in this room the hours of love still make shadows.
when you left you took almost everything.
I kneel in the nights before tigers that will not let me be.
what you were will not happen again.
the tigers have found me and I do...
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notice
conironca:
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eulogy to a hell of a dame →
myuglytwin:
some dogs who sleep at night must dream of bones and I remember your bones in flesh and best in that dark green dress and those high-heeled bright black shoes, you always cursed when you drank, your hair coming down you wanted to explode out of what was holding you: rotten memories of…
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The Meek Shall Inherit The Earth by Charles...
vitaminjon:
if I suffer at this typewriter think how I’d feel among the lettuce- pickers of Salinas? I think of the men I’ve known in factories with no way to get out- choking while living choking while laughing at Bob Hope or Lucille Ball while 2 or 3 children beat tennis balls against the wall. some suicides are never recorded.
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chelllllla:
Arlene was sitting in the pink reading chair reading the afternoon paper. “You say five thousand women want to sleep with you. Where does that leave me?”
“Five thousand and one.”
— Charles Bukowski, Less Delicate Than the Locust
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Throwing Away the Alarm Clock →
planetsp00n:
Throwing Away the Alarm Clock
by Charles Bukowski
my father always said, “early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise.” it was lights out at 8 p.m. in our house and we were up at dawn to the smell of coffee, frying bacon and scrambled eggs. my father…
October 2010
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Lovers Fight
henrycharlesbukowski:
The arguments were always the same.
I understood it too well now—that great lovers were always men of leisure.
I fucked better as a bum than as a puncher of timeclocks.
~Factotum~
September 2010
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“Love…is kinda like…you know when you see a fog in the morning when you wake up...”
– Charles Bukowski (via worldablaze)
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Trapped
firewoods:
don’t undress my love
you might find a mannequin:
don’t undress the mannequin
you might find
my love.
Charles Bukowski
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writing
thelefthandedbandit:
often it is the only thing between you and impossibility. no drink, no woman’s love, no wealth can match it. nothing can save you except writing. it keeps the walls from failing. the hordes from closing in. it blasts the darkness. writing is the ultimate psychiatrist, the kindliest god of all the gods. writing stalks death. it knows no quit. and writing laughs at itself, at...
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“I’ve never been lonely. I’ve been in a room — I’ve felt suicidal. I’ve been...”
– Charles Bukowski (via hazal)
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“We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational...”
– Charles Bukowski (via backseatbanter)
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optimator: Charles Bukowski - “I Started to...
August 2010
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“what I liked about e. e. cummings
was that he cut away from
the holiness of...”
– Charles Bukowski - what a writer (via gwyon)
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