Who is Charles Bukowski

Henry Charles Bukowski (born Heinrich Karl Bukowski; August 16, 1920 – March 9, 1994) was a German-born American poet, novelist, and short story writer.

His writing was influenced by the social, cultural, and economic ambiance of his home city of Los Angeles. His work addresses the ordinary lives of poor

Americans, the act of writing, alcohol, relationships with women, and the drudgery of work. Bukowski wrote thousands of poems, hundreds of short stories and six novels, eventually publishing over 60 books. 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 continui...
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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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  • Margiedutchindo: this is my favorite poetry we're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! that alone should make us love each other but it doesn't. we are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing. by charles bukowski
  • Poem2poem: long walks at night-- / that's what good for the soul: - charles bukowski
  • Suresh_stigmata: a little something from my voice artistry channel. in case you missed it. here is some charles bukowski for you.
  • Felipecompanypo: "the free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it, basically because you feel good, very good, when you are near or with them". charles bukowski.
  • Twirltilldizzy: "we don’t even ask for happiness, just a little less pain." ― charles bukowski
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Sonnet 11: As Fast As Thou Shalt Wane, So Fast Thou Grow'st
 by William Shakespeare

As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow'st
In one of thine, from that which thou departest,
And that fresh blood which youngly thou bestow'st,
Thou mayst call thine when thou from youth convertest.
Herein lives wisdom, beauty, and increase;
Without this folly, age, and cold decay,
If all were minded so, the times should cease,
And threescore year would make the world away.
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