The centuries are sprinkled with rare magic
with divine creatures
who help us get past the common and extraordinary ills that beset us
Tag: poetry writing writers literary authors bukowski
magic persists without us
no matter what we may do to try to spoil it
we are a scene chalked out with the sick white brush of age
Charles BukowskiWomen: I liked the colors of their clothing; the way they walked; the cruelty in some faces; now and then the almost pure beauty in another face, totally and enchantingly female. They had it over us: they planned much better and were better organized. While men were watching professional football or drinking beer or bowling, they, the women, were thinking about us, concentrating, studying, deciding - whether to accept us, discard us, exchange us, kill us or whether simply to leave us. In the end it hardly mattered; no matter what they did, we ended up lonely and insane.
Charles BukowskiWe use such big words to move nowhere.
Charles BukowskiI always started a job with the feeling that I'd soon quit or be fired, and this gave ma a relaxex manner that was mistaken for intelligence or some secret power.
Charles BukowskiTag: work-ethic
Once a woman turns against you, forget it. They can love you, then something turns in them. They can watch you dying in a gutter, run over by a car, and they'll spit on you.
Charles BukowskiI went home each night dizzy and sick. He was murdering me with the sound of his voice.
Charles Bukowskiyour best men are
drunks and your worst men are
locking them
up,
your best men are killers and
your worst men are
selling them
bullets
Tag: 1965 wry a-view-from-the-quarter march-12th
If I never see you again
I will always carry you
inside
outside
on my fingertips
and at brain edges
and in centers
centers
of what I am of
what remains.
Tag: love relationships letters
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