Dedicated to Henry Charles Bukowski

andthatis: Warm Light - Charles Bukowski.

Sat, 26 May 2012 14:20:46 -0400

andthatis:

Warm Light - Charles Bukowski.

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Sat, 26 May 2012 09:18:02 -0400

book-du-jour: This was always my favourite - but then I did...

Sat, 26 May 2012 04:48:39 -0400

book-du-jour:

This was always my favourite - but then I did read it at a precious and impressionable age of idiocy. Tasted like riped-up forbidden fruits to me. A truly flawed and despicable man (I can relate). Holds up the mirror and pick-pockets the truth. Bless ya Buk. You fuk.

eaturpenis: my day today. all day.

Fri, 25 May 2012 19:04:52 -0400

eaturpenis:

my day today. all day.

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Fri, 25 May 2012 14:15:59 -0400

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Fri, 25 May 2012 09:34:17 -0400

moretolifethanbooks: “It was a joy! Words weren’t dull, words...

Fri, 25 May 2012 04:49:18 -0400

moretolifethanbooks:

“It was a joy! Words weren’t dull, words were things that could make your mind hum. If you read them and let yourself feel the magic, you could live without pain, with hope, no matter what happened to you.”
― Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye

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Thu, 24 May 2012 19:13:03 -0400

"I detested that type of swinging… Strangers when you meet, strangers when you part - a gymnasium of..."

Thu, 24 May 2012 14:14:45 -0400

“I detested that type of swinging… Strangers when you meet, strangers when you part - a gymnasium of bodies namelessly masturbating each other. People with no morals often considered themselves more free, but mostly they lacked the ability to feel or to love. So they became swingers. The dead fucking the dead. There was no gamble or humor in their game - it was corpse fucking corpse.”

- Women, 1978 (via smelloffemale)

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Thu, 24 May 2012 09:30:29 -0400

"I wanted the whole world or nothing."

Thu, 24 May 2012 06:01:28 -0400

“I wanted the whole world or nothing.”

- Post Office - Charles Bukowski

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Thu, 24 May 2012 04:50:15 -0400

jessiedavismusic: Play the piano drunk til the fingers begin to...

Wed, 23 May 2012 19:13:10 -0400

jessiedavismusic:

Play the piano drunk til the fingers begin to bleed a bit… #bukowski #literature #modernclassics (Taken with instagram)

aroseebyanyothernamee: Good morning

Wed, 23 May 2012 13:59:01 -0400

aroseebyanyothernamee:

Good morning

misterprankster: “I will only say this, out of a background of...

Wed, 23 May 2012 09:23:01 -0400

misterprankster:

“I will only say this, out of a background of factories, park benches, two-bit jobs, bad women, bad weather of Life - the reason the average person is at the track is that they are driven screwy by the turn of the bolt, the foreman’s insane face, the landlord’s hand, the lover’s dead sex; taxation, cancer, the blues; clothes that fall apart on a 3rd wearing, water that tastes like piss, doctors that run assembly-line and indecent offices, hospitals without heart, politicians with skulls filled with pus…we can go on and on but would only be accused of being bitter and demented, but the world makes madmen (and women) of us all, and even the saints are demented, nothing is saved. So. Shit. Well. According to my figures I’ve only had 2500 pieces of ass but I’ve watched 12,500 horse races, and if I have any advice to anybody it’s this: take up watercolor painting.”

go-and-catch-a-falling-star: Minimalist Book Covers

Wed, 23 May 2012 04:49:04 -0400

go-and-catch-a-falling-star:

Minimalist Book Covers

"I have one of two choices — stay in the post office and go crazy … or stay out here and play at..."

Tue, 22 May 2012 19:13:38 -0400

“I have one of two choices — stay in the post office and go crazy … or stay out here and play at writer and starve. I have decided to starve.”

- Charles Bukowski

"I often felt inferior. I just wanted to get away from them. But there was no place to go."

Tue, 22 May 2012 16:34:08 -0400

“I often felt inferior. I just wanted to get away from them. But there was no place to go.”

- Charles Bukowski

"some symphonies remind me of certain cities and certain rooms, make me realize that certain people..."

Sun, 20 May 2012 19:03:06 -0400

“

some symphonies remind me of certain cities and certain rooms,
make me realize that certain people now long dead were able to
transgress graveyards

and traps and cages and bones and limbs

people who broke through with joy and madness and with
insurmountable force

in tiny rented rooms I was struck by miracles

”

- Bukowski (via sunsalwaysrising)

"No ambition, no talent, no chance."

Sun, 20 May 2012 04:35:00 -0400

“No ambition, no talent, no chance.”

- Hot Water Music - Charles Bukowski