Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski foi um poeta e escritor alemão, mas que viveu e morreu nos Estados Unidos. Autor de diversas obras, é um dos escritores mais conhecidos nos EUA.

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[bellabellicoseatetrixiesstar-de]

“Something else is hurting you - that’s why you need pot or whiskey, or whips and rubber suits, or screaming music turned so fucking loud you can’t think.”

― Charles Bukowski, Tales of Ordinary Madness (via bellabellicoseatetrixiesstar)

[girlintroubles]

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[bordeliterario]

Eu estava sozinho comigo mesmo. E, por mais repugnante que fosse, era melhor que estar com alguém, qualquer um, todos lá fora fazendo seus pequenos truques e piruetas. Puxei as cobertas até o pescoço e esperei.

Pulp - Charles Bukowski.  (via parimundi)

[sad-plath]

Somebody at one of these places asked me: “What do you do? How do you write, create?” You don’t, I told them. You “don’t try”. That’s very important: not to try, either for Cadillacs, creation or immortality. You wait, and if nothing happens, you wait some more. It’s like a bug high on the wall. You wait for it to come to you. When it gets close enough you reach out, slap out and kill it. Or if you like it’s looks, you make a pet out of it.”(Charles Bukowski)

(photo by Thomas Hawk)

[ovelhosafado]

Afinal de contas, eu tinha feito tudo que me havia proposto na vida. Dera os passos certos. Não dormia na rua. Claro, havia um bocado de gente boa dormindo nas ruas. Não eram idiotas, apenas não se encaixavam na maquinaria necessária no momento. E essas necessidades viviam mudando. Era uma luta desigual, e se a gente dormia na própria cama já era uma preciosa vitória contra as forças. Eu tivera sorte, mas alguns dos passos que dera não os dera inteiramente sem pensar. Em geral, porém, era um mundo horrível, e eu muitas vezes me sentia tristes pelos outros. Bem, ao diabo com isso. Peguei a vodca e tomei um trago.

BUKOWSKI, Charles. Pulp. (via ovelhosafado)

[thehighendtheory]

"Nothing can save you except writing. It keeps the walls from failing."

Charles Bukowski (via thehighendtheory)

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“Something else is hurting you - that’s why you need pot or whiskey, or whips and rubber suits, or screaming music turned so fucking loud you can’t think.”

― Charles Bukowski, Tales of Ordinary Madness (via bellabellicoseatetrixiesstar)

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[naked--lunch]

"When I am feeling low all I have to do is watch my cats and my courage returns.

I study these creatures.

They are my teachers.”

-Charles Bukowski, “My Cats.”

[nephvilim-deactivated20160622]

“Of course it’s possible to love a human being if you don’t know them too well.”

Charles Bukowski (via maydeaathneverstopyou)

[notesondistractions]

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 (via notesondistractions)

[utopiacontemplativa]

desde cedo decidi ser escritor pensei que esse seria o caminho mais fácil para escapar

Bukowski - Textos Autobiográficos (via amantelar)

[somewhereinaburstofglory]

… I was often jealous, but when I saw things working against me I simply became disgusted and withdrew.

Charles Bukowski, Women (via somewhereinaburstofglory)

[sheismadandmagic]

You get so alone sometimes that it all make sense

-Bukowski (via blackdressed-misfit)

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[theunderestimator]

Notice how he smiles in the end, like "Ooops, I`ve done it again, turned some corny bullshit cliché into world class poetry"…

Fucking master…