Fav Bukowski quote

Whats your favorite Bukowski quote?

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We live by the harbor now and at night
the ships often blow their foghorns.
She's a light sleeper.
She will leap up, sitting straight up in bed.
"Damn!" "What is it, what is it?"
"I thought you farted."
"Not that time dear."
She is a good child.
Living with me has dysfunctioned her nerves.
Actually, I like to save up the farts
for the bathtub.
Those grey bubbles waft up
a magic stench.
Farting is much like fucking.
You can't do it all the time.
But when you do
there often comes a feeling of proudness,
as if your artistry in the act were a rare
and precious thing.
I fart more than I fuck.
And I fart better than I fuck.
And I am pleased
to be mistaken for a foghorn
in the middle of the night.

Alcohol and ugly whores amirite xD am also kinda sad xDDD

"I raped this crazy woman once."

Kek. Pretty good

I wonder what happened to Bukowski when he went to hell. Or do you think he is in purgatory?

"I hate paying rent and not being drunk"

"Achoo!"
Probably

I saw an interview with him where he told a story of how he pissed off a guy and almost got killed with a gun. He said to the guy that he should pull the trigger, as he would be doing him a favour. That's some 13 year old edginess right there.

"The world needs less Bukowskis"

Yeah. That was fucked up. Did anyone call him up over that?

Wat?

"what?!?! Rent is due again this month?!?! I better shit out another book of my (((poetry))) so these millennials can continue to subsidize my parasitic lifestyle!"

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Barney got her in the ass while she sucked me off; Barney finished first, put his toe in her ass, wiggled it, asked, ''how ya like that?'' she couldn't answer right then. she finished me off. then we drank an hour or so. then I switched to the bunghole. Barney took the mouth. after that, he went to his place. I went to mine. I drank myself to sleep.

>so these millennials can continue to subsidize my parasitic lifestyle!"
He died in 1994

It's honestly a pretty well written scene though. It totally comes out of nowhere and feels almost like a dream sequence.

Serious question: why is this a poem and not prose?

Who cares, just enjoy it and stop trying to box things into neat little packages

This was Neruda

...

I read a biography on him a few years ago, it totally killed the Bukowski mystique for me. However he was called out for that, and he was also called out for a short story, I can't remember which, he lets a girl get raped in a garage by 11 year old boys, or something.

Hipsters love him but he was shit and couldnt write. Ill never touch his work

How do you know he couldn't write if you'll never touch his work?

Veeky Forums in a nutshell

Who cares, hes PoMo trash

charles fartowski lol

Nice try, but we all know this is Joyce

there are worse things
than being alone
but it often takes
decades to realize this
and most often when you do
it's too late
and there's nothing worse
than too late

Bukowski may not be any good, but gosh darn it if I don't like his stuff sometimes

I read that story, and i'm pretty sure that's just fiction.

I want to read this story

yuck! i'll be sure to avoid this in he future. thanks.

kek the ultimate pseud take-down
this poem is Bukowski's way of weeding out the ass kissers who will say its brilliant, and the idiots who will think it's a legitimate poem

Millineials pretend to like him to seem deep but he is trash. like literally his work belongs in the trash

Honestly... fuck Bukowski. He's the classic "totally deep" misogynist that masculinity obsessed " totally deep milquetoast guys" fawn over. Brocialist through and through.

>complains about having to work to support himself "why can't i just sit on my ass all day and have everything given to me for free!"

why are marxists so retarded?

He never says that, he is just against wage slavery. I'm sure once you get a job, you will find you have a lot in common with Bukowski.

Not all of it. I think he's trash but some of his work is kinda good. It's just not worth it to look for them though, too much shit to go through.

hipster detected

Not even mad, I'm kind of a hipster desu

get off my board NOW!

Buk was apolitical, read a book faglord.

Although he's shite as a poet, I really think he got it right and this is a favourite of mine. I use it as a guide.
so you want to be a writer?
Charles Bukowski, 1920 - 1994


if it doesn't come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don't do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don't do it.
if you have to sit for hours
staring at your computer screen
or hunched over your
typewriter
searching for words,
don't do it.
if you're doing it for money or
fame,
don't do it.
if you're doing it because you want
women in your bed,
don't do it.
if you have to sit there and
rewrite it again and again,
don't do it.
if it's hard work just thinking about doing it,
don't do it.
if you're trying to write like somebody
else,
forget about it.


if you have to wait for it to roar out of
you,
then wait patiently.
if it never does roar out of you,
do something else.

if you first have to read it to your wife
or your girlfriend or your boyfriend
or your parents or to anybody at all,
you're not ready.

don't be like so many writers,
don't be like so many thousands of
people who call themselves writers,
don't be dull and boring and
pretentious, don't be consumed with self-
love.
the libraries of the world have
yawned themselves to
sleep
over your kind.
don't add to that.
don't do it.
unless it comes out of
your soul like a rocket,
unless being still would
drive you to madness or
suicide or murder,
don't do it.
unless the sun inside you is
burning your gut,
don't do it.

when it is truly time,
and if you have been chosen,
it will do it by
itself and it will keep on doing it
until you die or it dies in you.

there is no other way.

and there never was

Although he's shite as a poet, I really think he got it right and this is a favourite of mine. I use it as a guide.


so you want to be a writer?
Charles Bukowski, 1920 - 1994


if it doesn't come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don't do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don't do it.
if you have to sit for hours
staring at your computer screen
or hunched over your
typewriter
searching for words,
don't do it.
if you're doing it for money or
fame,
don't do it.
if you're doing it because you want
women in your bed,
don't do it.
if you have to sit there and
rewrite it again and again,
don't do it.
if it's hard work just thinking about doing it,
don't do it.
if you're trying to write like somebody
else,
forget about it.


if you have to wait for it to roar out of
you,
then wait patiently.
if it never does roar out of you,
do something else.

if you first have to read it to your wife
or your girlfriend or your boyfriend
or your parents or to anybody at all,
you're not ready.

don't be like so many writers,
don't be like so many thousands of
people who call themselves writers,
don't be dull and boring and
pretentious, don't be consumed with self-
love.
the libraries of the world have
yawned themselves to
sleep
over your kind.
don't add to that.
don't do it.
unless it comes out of
your soul like a rocket,
unless being still would
drive you to madness or
suicide or murder,
don't do it.
unless the sun inside you is
burning your gut,
don't do it.

when it is truly time,
and if you have been chosen,
it will do it by
itself and it will keep on doing it
until you die or it dies in you.

there is no other way.

and there never was