 | 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. |
where some god pissed a rain of
reason to make things grow
only to die,
that your power of command
with simple language was
one of the magnificent things of
our century.
(from the poem: result)
we must bring
our own light
to the
darkness.
Mëso të mos e shkatërrosh me fjalë atë çfarë ke ndërtuar me heshtje.
Her violence frightened me. She always claimed that I was the jealous one, and I was often jealous, but when I saw things working against me I simply became disgusted and withdrew. Lydia was different. She reacted. She was the Head Cheerleader at the Game of Violence.
I could read the great books but the great books don't interest me.
People don't need love. What they need is success in one form or another. It can be love but it needn't be.
I don't hate people. I just feel better when they aren't around.
the tired sunsets and the tired
people -
it takes a lifetime to die and
no time at
all.
a life can change in a tenth of
a second.
or sometimes it can take
70
years.
Why can't you be decent to people?" she asked. "Fear," I said.
Are there good governments and bad governments? No, there are only bad governments and worse governments.
I often stood in front of the mirror alone, wondering how ugly a person could get.
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