 | BiographyType: Poet, Novelist, Short story writer, and Columnist Born: August 16, 1920, Andernach, Rhineland-Palati Died: : March 9, 1994 (aged 73), San Pedro, Henry Charles Bukowski (born Heinrich Karl Bukowski; August 16, 1920 – March 9, 1994) was a German-born American poet, novelist and short story writer. His writing was influenced by the social, cultural and economic ambience of his home city of Los Angeles.It is marked by an emphasis on the ordinary lives of poor Americans, the act of writing, alcohol, relationships with women and the drudgery of work. Bukowski wrote thousands of poems, hundreds of short stories and six novels, eventually publishing over sixty books. |
We don’t even ask happiness, just a little less pain.
and our few good times will be rare because we have the critical sense
and are not easy to fool with laughter
she slammed the door and
was gone.
I looked at the closed door
and at the doorknob
and strangely
I didn't feel
alone.
in this land some of us fuck more than
we die but most of us die
better than we fuck
Dying should come easy:
like a freight train you
don't hear when
your back is
turned.
the worst thing," he told me,
"is bitterness, people end up so
bitter.
La mayoría de la muerte de la gente es una farsa, no queda en ellos nada que pueda morir
having nothing to struggle
against
they have nothing to struggle
for.
That was all a man needed: hope. It was lack of hope that discouraged a man.
when I am feeling
low
all i have to do is
watch my cats
and my
courage
returns
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