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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Meem_hye: charles bukowski, pass me that four square bro.
Anniejo621: 'this self congratulatory nonsense, as the famous gather to applaud their seeming greatness, as the deathly talentless bow to accolades, as the fools are fooled again'... charles bukowski
Thebeatbum: «to me it is still one man alone in a room, creating art of failing to create art. all else is bullshit..» ~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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