Who is Charles Bukowski

Henry Charles Bukowski ( boo-KOW-skee; born Heinrich Karl Bukowski, German: [ˈhaɪnʁɪç ˈkaʁl buˈkɔfski]; August 16, 1920 – March 9, 1994) was a German-American poet, novelist, and short story writer. His writing was influenced by the social, cultural, and economic ambience of his adopted home city of Los Angeles. Bukowski's work addresses the ordinary lives of poor Americans, the act of writing, alcohol, relationships with women, and the drudgery of work. The FBI kept a file on him as a result of his column Notes of a Dirty Old Man in the LA underground newspaper Open City.Bukowski published extensively in small literary magazines and with small presses beginning in the early 1940s and continuing on through the early 1990s. He wrote thousands of poems, hundreds of short stories a...
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Love 30 I Love You 30 Never 23 Night 23 Time 23 Sun 22 Life 22 Good 22 God 20 Death 19


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Tinorhymez: some lose all mind and become soul, insane. some lose all soul and become mind, intellectual. some lose both and become accepted. - charles bukowski.
Dinguswill: karl marx and charles bukowski are basically the same guy
Leticiasbueno13: 137. “sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, i’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside—remembering all the times you’ve felt that way.” — charles bukowski
Silviaxinaida: 137. “sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, i’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside—remembering all the times you’ve felt that way.” — charles bukowski
Dixluiszuado: 137. “sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, i’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside—remembering all the times you’ve felt that way.” — charles bukowski
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How happy I was if I could forget
 by Emily Dickinson

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How happy I was if I could forget
To remember how sad I am
Would be an easy adversity
But the recollecting of Bloom

Keeps making November difficult
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