“How can you say you love one person when there are ten thousand people in the world that you would love more if you ever met them? But you’ll never meet them. All right, so we do the best we can. Granted. But we must still realize that love is just the result of a chance encounter.”

—	Charles Bukowski

“I will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.” 

 

 

— Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski e numai unul

I'm out of yellow post its

Dear Vodka drinker, 

It's spring and it smells like tulips, you know how much I hate tulips. I can still remember your smile and your kiss, but I seem to have forgotten all our arguments. It's moments like these when I'm sorry time never drips backwards. 

I believe I never got the chance to thank you for the mid XXth century legacy you've left me with. I wonder if you still read this and if you still keep me alive somewhere, somehow... 

I'm also curious if springs are always gonna remind me of you (of us). 

forever not yours, 

Miss Burroughs

“The flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break vases against the walls, and the men drink too much, and nobody finds the one but they keep looking, crawling in and out of beds. Flesh covers the bone and the flesh searches for more than flesh.”

Charles Bukowski

"I went to the worst of bars hoping to get killed but all I could do was to get drunk again."

Charles Bukowski

if I never see you again
I will always carry you
inside
outside

on my fingertips
and at brain edges

and in centers
centers
of what I am of
what remains.

-Charles Bukowski

N-a fost nevoie să învăţ de la Bukowski, am învăţat de la tine.

“I had no interests. I had no idea how I was going to escape. At least the others had some taste for life. They seemed to understand something that I didn’t understand. Maybe I was lacking. It was possible. I often felt inferior. I just wanted to get away from them. But there was no place to go.”

Charles Bukowski

O să-mi calc (din nou) pe mândrie (whatever that means) şi o să zic următoarele cuvinte memorabile: Ce tare e Bukowski!

END!!!

"I felt like crying, but nothing came out. It was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can’t feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. But I think I have known it pretty often, too often."

Charles Bukowski

Times are hard for the dreamers

"Don’t ask me nothin’ about nothin’, I just might tell you the truth." - Bob Dylan

Oh Yes

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.

-Charles Bukowski

William S. Burroughs and Frank Zappa - meeting of the minds

Francis Bacon and William Burroughs, London, 1989

(clockwise) David Amram, Allen Ginsberg, Gregory Corso (back to camera), Larry Rivers and Jack Kerouac. New York, 1959. Photo: John Cohen

“Some people never go crazy, what truly horrible lives they must live”

Charles Bukowski