Quotes Wall: Bukowski Part 2


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


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
it can enlighten or


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

you are on the next page,
in your next


a killing unhappiness:
never knowing
what you might have


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


the human voice besides being basically
ugly also reminds me of the human
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


the same all murderous kiss
of death clothed in a creative


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


– quotes by Charles Bukowski




Quotes Wall: Emily Dickinson


I’m Nobody! Who are you?
Are you – Nobody – Too?
Then there’s a pair of us!
Don’t tell! they’d advertise – you know!

How dreary – to be – Somebody!
How public – like a Frog –
To tell one’s name – the livelong June –
To an admiring Bog!


He who weigheth – While the Rest –
Expend their furthest pound –
Of this Man – I am wary –
I fear that He is Grand


Assent – and you are sane –
Demur – you’re straightway dangerous –
And handled with a Chain


That I did always love
I bring thee Proof
That till I loved
I never lived – Enough –

That I shall love alway –
I argue thee
That love is life –
And life hath Immortality


Surrender – is a sort unknown 


‘Tis not that Dying hurts us so –
‘This Living – hurts us more


The Bravest – grope a little –
And sometimes hit a Tree
Directly in the Forehead –
But as they learn to see

Either the Darkness alters –
Or something in the sight
Adjusts itself to Midnight –
And Life steps almost straight.


I can wade Grief –
Whole Pools of it –
I’m used to that –
But the least push of Joy
Breaks up my feet –
And I tip – drunken


Wild Nights – Wild Nights!
Were I with thee
Wild Nights should be
Our luxury!


Artist – who drew me so –
Must tell!


– quotes from poems by Emily Dickinson



Quotes Wall: Hymns to the night by Novalis


I live through each day,
Filled with faith and desire;
And die when the Night comes
In heaven−born fire.


I turn aside to the holy, the inexpressible, the mysterious Night.


To the Light is its period allotted; but beyond time and space is the empire of the Night.


In Death, eternal Life hath been revealed:
And thou art Death, by thee we first are healed.


Soft is the end as the lyre’s mournful trembling.
Remembrance fades i’ the gloom a shadow throws:
So sang the song, a dreadful doom dissembling.
Yet undefined remained eternal Night,
The stern reminder of some distant might.


– quotes from “Hymns to the night” by Novalis


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

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

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
why am I the last one alive?
there’s no answer to


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
this endless search for the
truth that
still can’t be


our argument tonight
whatever it was
no matter
how unhappy
it made us
remember that
there is a
adjusting to the
space of itself
with a delightful
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: Leaves of grass by Walt Whitman


Thou reader throbbest life and pride and love the same as I,
Therefore for thee the following chants.


I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.


Stranger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me,
why should you not speak to me?
And why should I not speak to you?


The smallest sprout shows there is really no death,
And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not
wait at the end to arrest it,
And ceas’d the moment life appear’d.

All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses,
And to die is different from what any one supposed, and


I do not press my fingers across my mouth


I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work
of the stars


My faith is the greatest of faiths and the least of faiths,
Enclosing worship ancient and modern and all between
ancient and modern,
Believing I shall come again upon the earth after five
thousand years…


Each one who passes is consider’d, each who stops is
consider’d, not a single one can it fail.


I do not know it – it is without name – it is a word unsaid


It is not chaos or death – it is form, union, plan – it is
eternal life – it is Happiness.


The love of the body of a man or woman balks account,
the body itself balks account,
That of the male is perfect, and that of the female is


Each belongs here or anywhere just as much as the
well-off, just as much as you,
Each has his or her place in the procession.


(What is this that frees me so in storms?
What do my shouts amid lightnings and raging winds mean?) 


– Quotes from “Leaves of grass by Walt Whitman


Quotes Wall: Bukowski

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


whatever forever
Mozart came as close as
possible to


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


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

the proclaimers are everywhere. 
they are always getting
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