Tag: Bukowski
Charles Bukowski.
I’m not interested in solving the ills of society. I don’t want to save the world. I don’t even want to save me… I think most talk is so boring; I mean: save this, do that, do this… I think we’re all so boring saying everything we don’t even wanna save ourselves, we’re so boring talking about it. There’s nothing left to save, we’re so fucking boring. Let it die, I say. Let there be a new beginning. It’s awful. Goodnight.
Charles Bukowski – Let There Be A New Beginning
Tully: You know, in the guest house, you could write in peace.
Henry: Hey, Tully baby… Nobody who could write worth a damn could ever write in peace, Jesus…
Barfly
Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.
Barfly
Henry: Hey, you don’t believe in that crap, do you?
Wanda: Sure. The more crap you believe in, the more better off you are.
Barfly
I took my bottle and went to my bedroom. I undressed down to my shorts and went to bed. Nothing was ever in tune. People just blindly grabbed at whatever there was: communism, health foods, zen, surfing, ballet, hypnotism, group encounters, orgies, biking, herbs, Catholicism, weight-lifting, travel, withdrawal, vegetarianism, India, painting, writing, sculpting, composing, conducting, backpacking, yoga, copulating, gambling, drinking, hanging around, frozen yogurt, Beethoven, Bach, Buddha, Christ, TM, H, carrot juice, suicide, handmade suits, jet travel, New York City, and then it all evaporated and fell apart. People had to find things to do while waiting to die. I guess it was nice to have a choice.
I took my choice. I raised the fifth of vodka and drank it straight. The Russians knew something.
Charles Bukowski – Women
How in the hell could a person enjoy being awakened at 6:30 a.m. by an alarm clock, leap out of bed, dress, force-feed, shit, piss, brush teeth and hair, and fight traffic to get to a place where essentially you made lots of money for somebody else and were asked to be grateful for the opportunity to do so?
Charles Bukowski – Factotum
Hospitals and jails and whores: these are the universities of life. I’ve got several degrees. Call me Mr.
Charles Bukowski – South of No North
we’ve all heard the old women who say, “oh, I think it’s just AWFUL what these young people do to themselves, all that dope and stuff! I think it’s terrible!” and then you look at the old gal: no eyes, no teeth, no brain, no soul, no ass, no mouth, no color, no flux, no humor, nothing, just a stick, and you wonder what her tea and cookies and church and home on the corner have done for HER. and the old men sometimes get quite violent about what some of the young are doing – “hell, I worked HARD all my life!” (they think this is a virtue, but it only proves a man is a damn fool.)
Charles Bukowski – Tales of Ordinary Madness