Quotes Wall: Bukowski Part 2


 

the choice
is yours,
he said,
morals died with God,
you’re on your
own.

 

life has abused me and I have mis-
used it.
I enjoy attacking the sun with a
squirt gun.

 

the word is one of
the most
powerful miracles
in
existence,
it can enlighten or
destroy
minds,
nations,
cultures.

 

by the time they get to your books you
are no longer in your
books.

you are on the next page,
in your next
book.

 

a killing unhappiness:
never knowing
what you might have
been.

 

our world
it’s strange, isn’t it?
you can’t
compare it to
anything else
yet you quickly
learn
that there is
something wrong
with it
and with the people
that
inhabit it.

 

the human voice besides being basically
ugly also reminds me of the human
race
and one of the last things I want to
think of and one of the first things I
want to get away from when I listen to
classical music is
the human
race.

 

the same all murderous kiss
of death clothed in a creative
art.

 

I became a writer but when I was a boy
I used to dream of becoming the village idiot

 

– quotes by Charles Bukowski

 


 

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Quotes Wall: Bukowski Part 2


 

the gods are done with me and them and this,
the last useless word looking for a place to die.

 

I climbed off a park bench to engage the giants of
literature in battle. 
I lived with women madder than the gods
themselves. 

I lived on a candy bar a day. 
I was engaging the giants of literature. 
the ladies descended like locusts. 
I threw people off my front porch. 
I was engaging the giants. 
the giants were not aware of this. 
only I was aware. 
I climed off the park bench to engage the giants of
literature. 

I didn’t think that they were all that good. 

tell me, do you?

 

this darkness shakes me like a dirty rag!
human waste on parade throughout the
centuries!
why am I the last one alive?
there’s no answer to
that. 

 

for want of something to do
we keep slaying our small dragons
as the big one waits. 

 

it has to be madness, 
it was always
madness,
this endless search for the
ultimate
truth that
still can’t be
stopped.

 

about
our argument tonight
whatever it was
about
and
no matter
how unhappy
it made us
feel 
remember that
there is a
cat
somewhere
adjusting to the
space of itself
with a delightful
grace 
in other words
magic persists
without us
no matter what
we may try to do
to spoil it.

 

the last war will be one man sitting in a chair laughing at it all. 

 

– Quotes from “Bone Palace Ballet: new poems” by Charles Bukowski

 


Quotes Wall: Bukowski


everything is so sweetly awful, so continuously and
sweetly awful: the art of consumation: life eating
life

 

whatever forever
is
Mozart came as close as
possible to
that. 

 

the impossibility of being human
all too human
this breathing
in and out
out and in
these punks
these cowards
these champions
these mad dogs of glory
moving this little bit of light toward
us
impossibly.

 

– quotes from “You get so alone at times that it just makes sense” by Charles Bukowski


the proclaimers are everywhere. 
they are always getting
ready. 
they seldom begin. 
and when they do
they quit easily.

 

we were never meant to be what we are or where
we are, we are looking for an escape, some music
from the sun, the girl we never found.
we are betting on the miracle again
there before the purple mountains

 

and what about
the dark streets of Dublin?
the last page of the book?
the green park bench alone?
the last necktie?
the last footstep
behind you?
this incomplete sob of darkness.
a wingless bird waiting.
a druid in the wasted light.

a drunk in the gutter.
the singing of fools
and the volcano laughing.

 

– quotes from “Bone palace ballet: new poems” by Charles Bukowski