01c. 1957 ADMusic is much like fucking, but some composers can't climax and others climax too often, leaving themselves and the listener jaded and spent.Charles Bukowski / quote ↗
03c. 1957 ADThe good times were over. Nobody gave a shit and nobody had any money and if they had any, they kept it.Charles Bukowski / quote ↗
04c. 1957 ADunaccountably we are aloneforever aloneand it was meant to bethat way,it was never meantto be any other way–and when the death strugglebeginsthe last thing I wish to seeisa ring of human faceshovering over me–better just my old friends,the walls of my self,let only them be there.I have been alone but seldomlonely.I have satisfied my thirstat the wellof my selfand that wine was good,the best I ever had,and tonightsittingstaring into the darkI now finally understandthe dark and thelight and everythingin between.peace of mind and heartarriveswhen we accept whatis:having beenborn into thisstrange lifewe must acceptthe wasted gamble of ourdaysand take some satisfaction inthe pleasure ofleaving it allbehind.cry not for me.grieve not for me.readwhat I’ve writtenthenforget itall.drink from the wellof your selfand beginagain.Mind and HeartCharles Bukowski / quote ↗
05c. 1957 ADall theorieslike clichesshot to hell,all these small faceslooking upbeautiful and believing;I wish to weepbut sorrow isstupid.I wish to believe but believe is agraveyard. we have narrowed it down tothe butcherknife and themockingbird wish usluck.Charles Bukowski / quote ↗
06c. 1957 ADall people start tocome apart finallyand there it is:just empty ashtrays in a roomor wisps of hair on a combin the dissolving moonlight.Charles Bukowski / quote ↗
07c. 1957 ADthe courage it took to get out of bed eachmorningto face the same thingsover and overwasenormous.Charles Bukowski / quote ↗
08c. 1957 ADif it doesn’t come bursting out of youin spite of everything,don’t do it.unless it comes unasked out of yourheart and your mind and your mouthand your gut,don’t do it.Charles Bukowski / quote ↗
09c. 1957 ADI'd decided the campus was just a place to hide. There were some campus freaks who stayed on forever. The whole college scene was soft. They never told you what to expect out there in the real world. They just crammed you with theory and never told you how hard the pavements were. A college education could destroy an individual for life. Books could make you soft. When you put them down, and really went out there, then you needed to know what they never told you.Charles Bukowski / quote ↗
10c. 1957 AD...they would say 'he said this, he did that', but they would never say 'she said this, she did that'. So I would say, they are sick, and I am well. Pardon me.Charles Bukowski / quote ↗
11c. 1957 ADUnderstand me. I’m not like an ordinary world. I have my madness, I live in another dimension and I do not have time for things that have no soul.Charles Bukowski / quote ↗
13c. 1957 ADjan was an excellent fuck...she had a tight pussy and she took it like it was a knife that was killing her.Charles Bukowski / quote ↗
14c. 1957 ADStrangers 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. Morals were restrictive, but they were grounded on human experience down through the centuries. Some morals tended to keep people slaves in factories, in churches and true to the State. Other morals simply made good sense. It was like a garden filled with poisoned fruit and good fruit. You had to know which to pick and eat, which to leave alone.Charles Bukowski / quote ↗
15c. 1957 ADIt's all overrated, man. Sex is only a great thing if you're not getting any.Charles Bukowski / quote ↗
16c. 1957 ADfuckshe pulled her dress offover her headand I saw the pantiesindented somewhat into thecrotch.it's only human.now we've got to do it.I've got to do itafter all that bluff.it's like a party--two trappedidiots.under the sheetsafter I have snappedoff the lighther panties are stillon. she expects anopening performance.I can't blame her. butwonder why she's here withme? where are the otherguys? how can you belucky? having someone theothers have abandoned?we didn't have to do ityet we had to do it.it was something likeestablishing new credibilitywith the income taxman. I get the pantiesoff. I decide not to tongue her. even thenI'm thinking aboutafter it's over.we'll sleep togethertonighttrying to fit ourselvesinside the wallpaper.I try, fail,notice the hair on herheadmostly notice the hairon herheadand a glimpse ofnostrilspiglikeI try it again.Charles Bukowski / quote ↗
17c. 1957 ADfor a man of 55 who didn't get laid until he was 23 and not very often until he was 50 I think that I should stay listed via Pacific Telephone until I get as much as the average man has hadCharles Bukowski / quote ↗
19c. 1957 ADWalking out with the people, I didn't know which was more exciting, the air race, the parachute jump that failed, or the cunt.Charles Bukowski / quote ↗
20c. 1957 ADI have, he went on, betrayed myself withbelief, deluded myself with lovetricked myself with sex.the bottle is damned faithful, he said,the bottle will not lieCharles Bukowski / quote ↗
21c. 1957 ADin the most decent sometimes sun there is the softsmoke feeling from urns and the canned sound of old battleplanes and if you go inside and run your finger along the window ledge you'll find dirt, maybe even earth. and if you look out the window there will be the day, and as you get older you'll keep looking keep looking sucking your tongue in a little ah ah no no maybe some do it naturally some obscenely everywhere.Charles Bukowski / quote ↗
23c. 1957 ADI liked to fuck too, but it wasn't my religion. There were too many ridiculous and tragic things about it. People didn't seem to know how to handle it. So they made a toy out of it. A toy that destroyed people.Charles Bukowski / quote ↗
24c. 1957 ADShe would have been a better fuck in Greece, maybe. America was a shitty place to fuck.Charles Bukowski / quote ↗