“The Blue Bird from The Last Night of the Earth Poems there’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“we are burning like a chicken wing left on the grill of an outdoor barbecue we are unwanted and burning we are… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Bad luck for the young poet would be a rich father, an early marriage, an early success or the ability to do… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“when you're young a pair of female high-heeled shoes just sitting alone in the closet can fire your bones; when you're old… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“The dead do not need aspirin or sorrow, I suppose. but they might need rain. not shoes but a place to walk.… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“also, the oldest notion still in vogue is that if you can’t understand a poem then it almost certainly is a good… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I can't think of any poet-recluses outside of one dead Jeffers. [Robinson Jeffers] The rest of them want to slobber over each… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“the best poems it seems to me are written out of an ultimate need. and once the poem is written, the only… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Some of my poems indicate that I am writing while living alone after a split with a woman, and I've had many… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“They're waiting for you to say all these grand statements, you know? You march across the room and you're supposed to say… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“it is so dark now with the sadness of people they were tricked, they were taught to expect the ultimate when nothing… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I paid, got up, walked to the door, opened it. I heard the man say, "that guy's nuts." out on the street… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“The place trembled with sound. I didn't need to do anything. They would do it all. But you had to be careful.… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
LSD, yeah, the big parade – everybody's doin' it now. Take LSD, then you are a poet, an intellectual. What a sick… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“when Whitman wrote, “I sing the body electric” I know what he meant I know what he wanted: to be completely alive… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“the best part was pulling down the shades stuffing the doorbell with rags putting the phone in the refrigerator and going to… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“(I'm fucking the grave, I thought, I'm bringing the dead back to life, marvelous so marvelous like eating cold olives at 3… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“girls please give your bodies and your lives to the young men who deserve them besides there is no way I would… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“sometimes when everything seems at its worst when all conspires and gnaws and the hours, days, weeks years seem wasted – stretched there upon… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
well, death says, as he walks by, I'm going to get you anyhow no matter what you've been: writer, cab-driver, pimp, butcher, sky-diver, I'm… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“There is only one place to write and that is alone at a typewriter. A writer who has to go into the streets is… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Even the stove and the refrigerator looked human, I mean good human - they seemed to have arms and voices and they said, hang… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“nerves twitching in the sheets -- to face the sunlight again, that's clearly trouble. I like the city better when the neon lights are… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Their Love Is Average, Seeks Average But There Is Genius In Their Hatred” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I climbed the stairway (there was no elevator) and put the key in. The door swung open. Somebody had changed all the furniture around,… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Strangers when you meet, strangers when you part -a gymnasium of bodies namelessly masturbating each other. People with no morals often considered themselves more… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I like to change liquor stores frequently because the clerks got to know your habits if you went in night and day and bought… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I was like a turd that drew flies instead of like a flower that butterflies and bees desired. I wanted to live alone,I felt… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
