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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  • Flying969: and yet women-good women frightened me because they eventually wanted your soul, and what was left of mine, i wanted to keep. - charles bukowski qt pilling goes brrrrr....
  • Alaahinno: "sadness is caused by intelligence, the more you understand certain things, the more you wish you didn't understand them" | charles bukowski
  • Helga201845: "i think that the world should be full of cats and full of rain, that's all, just cats and rain, rain and cats..." charles bukowski
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  • Shaziyaaaa: 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 those times you’ve felt the same way. — charles bukowski
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The Wanderings of Oisin: Book II
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Now, man of croziers, shadows called our names
And then away, away, like whirling flames;
And now fled by, mist-covered, without sound,
The youth and lady and the deer and hound;
'Gaze no more on the phantoms,' Niamh said,
And kissed my eyes, and, swaying her bright head
And her bright body, sang of faery and man
Before God was or my old line began;
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