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Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski

the replacements

Jack London drinking his life away while
writing of strange and heroic men.
Eugene O’Neill drinking himself oblivious
while writing his dark and poetic
works.
 
now our moderns
lecture at universities
in tie and suit,
the little boys soberly studious,
the little girls with glazed eyes
looking
up,
the lawns so green, the books so dull,
the life so dying of
thirst.

#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned

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Altre opere di Charles Bukowski...
Women: 14

We had another fight. Later I was back at my place but I didn’t feel like sitting there alone and drinking. The night harness racing meet was on. I took a pint and went out to the track...
beagle

do not b other the beagle lying th… away from grass and flowers and pa… dreaming dogdreams, or perhaps dre… nothing, as men do awake; yes, leave him be, in that simple…
 1
she came out of the bathroom with her flaming red hair and said—

the cops want me to come down and… some guy who tried to rape me. I’ve lost the key to my car again;… the key to open the door but not t… to start it.
Women: 40

Katherine stayed 4 or 5 more days. We had reached the time of the month when it was risky for Katherine to fuck. I couldn’t stand rubbers. Katherine got some contraceptive foam. Meanwhi...
the lucky ones

stuck in the rain on the freeway,… these are the lucky ones, these ar… dutifully employed, most with thei… as possible as they try not to thi… this is our new civilization: as m…
 1
 1
the good life

a house with 7 or 8 people living in it getting up the rent. there’s a stereo never used and a set of bongos
What a Writer

what i liked about e.e. cummings was that he cut away from the holiness of the word and with charm
 2
Vegas

there was a frozen tree that I wan… but the shells came down and in Vegas looking across at a g… at 3:30 in the morning, I died without nails, without a co…
i was glad

I was glad I had money in the Sav… Friday afternoon hungover I didn’t have a job I was glad I had money in the Sav… I didn’t know how to play a guitar
hello, how are you?

this fear of being what they are: dead. at least they are not out on the s… are careful to stay indoors, those pasty mad who sit alone before the…
 2
gamblers all

sometimes you climb out of bed in… I’m not going to make it, but you… remembering all the times you’ve f… you walk to the bathroom, do your… in the mirror, oh my oh my oh my,…
 5
The Model Resting, by Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec
Somebody

god I got the sad blue blues, this woman sat there and she said are you really Charles Bukowski?
 4
those marvelous lunches

when I was in grammar school my parents were poor and in my lunch bag there was only a peanut butter sandwich.
Post Office. Chapter III: 17

Well, I took the scheme sheet and I related everything to sex and age. This guy lived in this house with 3 women. He belt-whipped one (her name was the name of the street and her age th...
Ham on Rye: 58

I made practice runs down to skid row to get ready for my future. I didn’t like what I saw down there. Those men and women had no special daring or brilliance. They wanted what everybod...



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