![]() For more hard-hitting lines from Charles Bukowski, peruse this massive curation I’ve been compiling for a couple of years now. Shaving is something like seeing yourself in a movie.īy Cole Schafer (but mostly Charles Bukowski). Her dog’s eyes were more lovely than those of any woman I have ever known. She smelled of cheery blossoms and French perfume. ![]() It’s a beautiful message, inspiring and motivating. She had slim ankles, flat brown shoes and eyes like a startled doe. Third poem: Roll The Dice ( Text version) This one shows how we should go all the way when we try something. She had on a see-through blouse with a very brief brassiere. She was standing in front of the Bran Flakes and the Wheaties, skirt about 3 inches above the knee and tight-fitting. They can heal with their touch, they can kill what they touch and I am dying but not dead yet. At the age of three, he came with his family to the United States and grew up in Los Angeles. Upstairs a man pukes his entire stomach into a wastebasket. Bukowski wrote thousands of poems, hundreds of short stories and six novels, eventually publishing over sixty books Charles Bukowski was the only child of an American soldier and a German mother. Browse all poems and texts published on Charles BukowskiHis poetry was influenced by the social, cultural, and economic ambience of his home city of Los. In this list, you will find a list of his most beautiful and famous poems. Wive's heads are battered against kitchen walls by unemployed butchers. Bukowski wrote thousands of poems, hundreds of short stories and six novels, eventually publishing over sixty books. It’s moving the sun as you put your shoes on for the last time without knowing it.Īnd I hear the sound of high heels biting into the pavement outside.īorn to sever fingers on the edge of tuna cans. The red moon whirls, a mouse runs along the windowsill changing colors, I am alone in torn levis and a white sweatshirt –– she’s with her man now in the shadow of that wall and as he enters her I draw upon my cigarette. Hell crawls through the window without a sound, enters my room, takes off his hat and sits down on the couch across from me. There is loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of a clock’s hand. She’s more dangerous than all the armies of all time. It is hard to find a man whose poems don’t finally disappoint you. ![]() My typewriter at this hour would scream like a raped bear. When things get bad enough, the kitten will kill the lion.ĭeath comes slowly like ants to a fallen fig. I held my head in all its tender precious agony and we drank together. In the sun and in the rain, in the day and in the night, pain is a flower, pain is flowers, blooming all the time.Īll people start to come apart finally and there it is: just empty ashtrays in a room or wisps of hair on a comb in the dissolving moonlight. He could write a fiery sentence, and with using words that a man of little education could recognize –– this, for me, will forever be a sign of literary genius. begins and ends with the single sentence. doesn’t have to be complicated and that it 2). I pick up Charles Bukowski anytime I feel like I’m doing too much with my writing: getting overly expressive, reaching for flowery language, etc.īukowski’s writing reminds us that great writing 1).
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