An insane brilliance.
the statement that sums up life in a few sentences.
One book is not as huge as one phrase.
one of my own favorites.
His assertions will completely blow your fuking mind.
Gentlemen, Here, I give you- Charles Bukowski.
//A THREAD//
the statement that sums up life in a few sentences.
One book is not as huge as one phrase.
one of my own favorites.
His assertions will completely blow your fuking mind.
Gentlemen, Here, I give you- Charles Bukowski.
//A THREAD//
An intellectual says a simple thing in a hard way. An artist says a hard thing in a simple way.
-CB
-CB
Find what you love and let it kill you.
- CB
- CB
Human relationships were strange. I mean, you were with one person a while, eating and sleeping and living with them, loving them, talking to them, going places together, and then it stopped.
Then there was a short period when you weren't with anybody, then another woman arrived, and you ate with her and fucked her, and it all seemed so normal,
as if you had been waiting just for her and she had been waiting for you. I never felt right being alone; sometimes it felt good but it never felt right.
-CB
Then there was a short period when you weren't with anybody, then another woman arrived, and you ate with her and fucked her, and it all seemed so normal,
as if you had been waiting just for her and she had been waiting for you. I never felt right being alone; sometimes it felt good but it never felt right.
-CB
Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside – remembering all the times you’ve felt that way.
-CB
-CB
Baby, I said, I'm a genius but nobody knows it but me.
-CB
-CB
> People run from rain but sit in bathtubs full of water.
>I guess the only time most people think about injustice is when it happens to them.
-CB
>I guess the only time most people think about injustice is when it happens to them.
-CB
> And yet women –– good women –– frightened me because they eventually wanted your soul, and what was left of mine, I wanted to keep.
> I wanted the whole world or nothing.
> I wanted the whole world or nothing.
> The nine-to-five is one of the greatest atrocities sprung upon mankind. You give your life away to a function that doesn’t interest you.
> Bad taste creates many more millionaires than good taste.
-CB
> Bad taste creates many more millionaires than good taste.
-CB
> If you get married they think you’re finished and if you are without a woman they think you’re incomplete.
> Poetry is what happens when nothing else can.
> Poetry is what happens when nothing else can.
> I want so much that is not here and do not know where to go.
> The free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it – basically because you feel good, very good, when you are near or with them.
> The free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it – basically because you feel good, very good, when you are near or with them.
> If you’re going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don’t even start. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives and maybe even your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days.
It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery–isolation. Isolation is the gift.
All the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want to do it. And, you’ll do it, despite rejection and the worst odds. And it will be better than anything else you can imagine. If you’re going to try, go all the way.
There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. It’s the only good fight there is.
It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery–isolation. Isolation is the gift.
All the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want to do it. And, you’ll do it, despite rejection and the worst odds. And it will be better than anything else you can imagine. If you’re going to try, go all the way.
There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. It’s the only good fight there is.
>What matters most is how well you walk through the fire.
>We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that death will tremble to take us.
>We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that death will tremble to take us.
> Anything is a waste of time unless you are fucking well or creating well or getting well or looming toward a kind of phantom-love-happiness.
> People are strange: they are constantly angered by trivial things, but on a major matter like totally wasting their lives, they hardly seem to notice.
> People are strange: they are constantly angered by trivial things, but on a major matter like totally wasting their lives, they hardly seem to notice.
> Genius might be the ability to say a profound thing in a simple way.
> You begin saving the world by saving one man at a time; all else is grandiose romanticism or politics.
> You begin saving the world by saving one man at a time; all else is grandiose romanticism or politics.
> The best often die by their own hand just to get away, and those left behind can never quite understand why anybody would ever want to get away from them.
> Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must live.
> Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must live.
> I don’t like the clean-shaven boy with the necktie and the good job. I like desperate men, men with broken teeth and broken minds and broken ways. They interest me. They are full of surprises and explosions.
> Beware of those who seek constant crowds; they are nothing alone.
> Beware of those who seek constant crowds; they are nothing alone.
> He asked, What makes a man a writer? Well, I said, it's simple. You either get it down on paper, or jump off a bridge.
> In this land some of us fuck more than we die but most of us die better than we fuck.
> In this land some of us fuck more than we die but most of us die better than we fuck.
> I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of.
> But your eyes –– they’re beautiful. They’re wild, crazy, like some animal peering out of a forest on fire.
> But your eyes –– they’re beautiful. They’re wild, crazy, like some animal peering out of a forest on fire.
> There isn’t a better way to drink than at a small table over a white tablecloth with a good-looking woman.
> I’m just an alcoholic who became a writer so that I would be able to stay in bed until noon.
> I’m just an alcoholic who became a writer so that I would be able to stay in bed until noon.
> But then if you lied to a man about his talent just because he was sitting across from you, that was the most unforgivable lie of them all, because that was telling him to go on, to continue which was the worst way for a man without real talent to waste his life, finally. But many people did just that, friends and relatives mostly.
> Hello, Death. But I’ve had almost 6 decades. I’ve given you so many clean shots at me what I should have been yours long ago. I want to be buried near the racetrack… where I can hear the stretch run.
> She was always thinking of sex, she carried it around with her like something in a paper bag.
> You boys can keep your virgins give me hot old women in high heels with asses that forgot to get old.
> You boys can keep your virgins give me hot old women in high heels with asses that forgot to get old.
> When I think of her life and compare it to other lives more dazzling, original and beautiful I realized that she has hurt fewer people than anybody I know (and by hurt I simply mean hurt). She has had some terrible times, times when maybe I should have helped her more for she is the mother of my only child and we were once great lovers, but she has come through, like I said she, has hurt fewer people than anybody I know, and if you look at it like that, well, she has created a better world. She has won. Frances, this poem is for you.
> She knew what she wanted and it wasn’t me.
> And if you have the ability to love, love yourself first.
> And if you have the ability to love, love yourself first.
> I saw a beautiful blonde girl embrace a young man there and kiss him with what seemed hunger and I stood and watched until they broke away.
> When I think of myself dead, I think of someone making love to you when I’m not around.
> When I think of myself dead, I think of someone making love to you when I’m not around.
> There is always one woman to save you from another.
> We see it too late: after the cock gets swallowed the heart follows
> We see it too late: after the cock gets swallowed the heart follows
> I was a man who thrived on solitude; without it I was like another man without food or water. Each day without solitude weakened me.
> Cheer up. Maybe you’ll be famous after you’re dead.
> Cheer up. Maybe you’ll be famous after you’re dead.
> Some people don’t like anybody who is famous. Some people don’t like anybody who isn’t.
> 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.
> 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.
> When things get bad enough, the kitten will kill the lion.
> She’s more dangerous than all the armies of all time.
> She’s more dangerous than all the armies of all time.
> The difference between a democracy and a dictatorship is that in a democracy you vote first and take orders later; in a dictatorship you don't have to waste your time voting.
> Almost everybody is born a genius and buried an idiot.
> I can relax with bums because I am a bum. I don't like laws, morals, religions, rules. I don't like to be shaped by society.
> I can relax with bums because I am a bum. I don't like laws, morals, religions, rules. I don't like to be shaped by society.
> If you're losing your soul and you know it, then you've still got a soul left to lose.
> The male, for all his bravado and exploration, is the loyal one, the one who generally feels love. The female is skilled at betrayal and torture and damnation.
> The male, for all his bravado and exploration, is the loyal one, the one who generally feels love. The female is skilled at betrayal and torture and damnation.
> If you want to know who your friends are, get yourself a jail sentence.
> It's possible to love a human being if you don't know them too well.
> It's possible to love a human being if you don't know them too well.
> To do a dull thing with style-now that's what I call art.
> There are women who can make you feel more with their bodies and their souls, but these are the exact women who will turn the knife into you right in front of the crowd. Of course, I expect this, but the knife still cuts.
> There are women who can make you feel more with their bodies and their souls, but these are the exact women who will turn the knife into you right in front of the crowd. Of course, I expect this, but the knife still cuts.
> Show me a man who lives alone and has a perpetually clean kitchen, and 8 times out of 9 I'll show you a man with detestable spiritual qualities.
> There will always be something to ruin our lives, it all depends on what or which finds us first. We are always ripe and ready to be taken.
> There will always be something to ruin our lives, it all depends on what or which finds us first. We are always ripe and ready to be taken.
> We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our education system.
> Never envy a man his lady. Behind it all lays a living hell.
> Never envy a man his lady. Behind it all lays a living hell.
> I kept writing not because I felt I was so good, but because I felt they were so bad, including Shakespeare, all those. The stilted formalism, like chewing cardboard.
> Between the ages of fifteen and twenty-four, I must have read a whole library.
> Between the ages of fifteen and twenty-four, I must have read a whole library.
> The female loves to play man against man. And if she is in a position to do it, there is not one who will resist.
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Homage to - CHARLES Bukowski
Homage to - CHARLES Bukowski
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