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Women – Charles Bukowski

21.2.2026

I enjoy reading Bukowski, and this was good for the first half, but it became incredibly repetitive by the end.

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Erekce, Ejakulace, Exhibice a další příběhy obyčejného šílenství — Charles Bukowski

Přistupuji k této sbírce s vědomím, že recenzovat Bukowského je cvičení ve vědomé marnosti. On sám by recenzi pohrdal. To je první věc, kterou je třeba říci, a zároveň jediná, která ho týká.

Zbývající prostor patří čtenáři.

Bukowski nepíše literaturu v tom smyslu, v jakém tento pojem užívají lidé, kteří se o literaturu starají příliš mnoho. Nepíše ani ve smyslu, v jakém ji odmítají ti, kteří se o ni nestará vůbec. Píše způsobem, který většina autorů není schopna napodobit ani tehdy, když se o to pokoušejí záměrně — totiž přesně. Každá věta je tam, kde má být. Každá je přesně tak dlouhá, jak musí být. Většina z nich je nepříjemná.

To považuji za přednost.

Příběhy v této sbírce se opakují v tématu, nikoli ve výsledku. Opilství, selhání, tělo jako komplikace, ženy jako tajemství, které si nikdo nedá práci rozluštit — to jsou konstanty. Proměnnou je vždy přesnost úhlu pohledu. Bukowski pozoruje sám sebe s odstupem, který si většina autobiografických autorů nedokáže dovolit, protože jim sebelítost brání ve výhledu. Jeho sebelítost, pokud existuje, je vždy funkční — slouží větě, ne autorovi.

Četl jsem tuto knihu vícekrát. Zjišťuji, že při každém dalším čtení mě překvapuje méně a zasahuje přesněji. To je vlastnost, kterou sdílí s dobrými důkazy: při prvním setkání člověk vidí závěr, při dalších vidí strukturu.

Obálka je obnošená. To je správně.

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Hodnocení ve smyslu číselné škály odmítám jako epistemicky nečestné. Kniha buď stojí za váš čas, nebo nestojí. V tomto případě stojí.

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IGNIS FATUUS by Charles Bukowski

THE ONLY SOLITUDE IS SLEEP OR DEATH

WE, WERE NOT CLEVER ENOUGH-

KIND TO OTHERS AND

CRUEL TO SELF WHEN SELF

ASKED FOR MERCY AND WAS

DENIED

III

THE HOLIEST PRIVACY REMAINS

WAITING ON US,

AND ALL THAT WAS MISUNDERSTOOD

OR ABANDONED WILL COME TOGETHER.

LET MY FAILURE BE YOUR

FORTUNE: THIS THAT WAS BROKEN IN CARELESS

ERROR--LET IT BE KNOWN

THAT TO KNOW YOUR OWN DEATH

IS TO DIE TWICE: ONCE REALLY

AND THEN

HARDLY AT ALL.

LET IT BE KNOWN THAT THERE IS

NOTHING AS UGLY

IN ALL IT'S TANGENTS

AS THE HUMAN BEAST--A TRICK

SET AGAINST THE BLOOD OF YOUR

SOUL.

LET IT BE KNOWN THAT

SOLITUDE IS THE ONLY MERCY AND THE ONLY

LOVER.

VII

LET IT BE KNOWN THAT MOST MEN

LOVE WHAT THEY CAN SEE

AND THEY CAN SEE EACH OTHER

AND THEY LOVE THIS

BECAUSE THEY ARE VERY

LITTLE.

VIII

LET IT BE KNOWN THAT I AM

BITTER AND DAMNED AND TIRED AND

USELESS; LET IT BE KNOWN THAT

WHEN THE FINAL HOPE GOES

THERE REMAINS BUT A

STARING AT THE DANCE AND A

WATCHING OF THE FEEBLE INTERCOURSE

OF THE IDIOTS

WITH VERY LITTLE

NOTE TAKING.

LET IT BE KNOWN THAT I AM

DEAD BUT THAT THERE IS NO

ANGER; LET IT BE KNOWN THAT

MOST MEN ARE DEAD MANY YEARS

BEFORE BURIAL; LET IT BE KNOWN

THAT MANY MEN DIE IN CHILDHOOD,

THAT MANY MEN ARE BORN DEAD--

ALTHOUGH THEIR PARTS MOVE AND

THEY MAKE SOUND AND GROW AND

ADVANCE INTO ADULT BEHAVIOR

AND DO THE THINGS OF CIVILIZATION;

LET IT BE KNOWN THAT THESE MEN

NEVER EXISTED AND THAT THEIR FUNERALS

WERE EXTREME FARCE, AND ALSO THE DEAD TEARS

FOR THE ALREADY DEAD; LET IT BE KNOWN

THAT THE WORMS THEMSELVES WERE NEARER TO TRUTH

IN THAT THEY DID NOT

CRY.

LET IT BE KNOWN THAT A MAN NEED NOT BE

CHRIST TO BE CRUCIFIED; LET IT BE KNOWN THAT

A MAN CAN BE CRUCIFIED EACH DAY, EACH MOMENT

EACH BREATH;--TO SLEEP AND AWAKEN AND BE

TORMENTED AGAIN; LET IT BE KNOWN THAT

A MAN CAN DIE AND DIE AND DIE AND DIE AND

STILL FEEL THE PAIN AND KNOW HE IS DEAD

AND STILL FEEL THE PAIN AND KNOW THERE IS

NOTHING HE CAN DO AND

STILL FEEL THE PAIN. LET IT BE KNOWN.

LET IT BE KNOWN THAT THE TEMPLES ARE NOTHING

AND THE BELLS ARE NOTHING AND FAME IS NOTHING

AND VICTORY IS NOTHING AND SEX IS NOTHING AND

THAT SOLITUDE BRINGS MADNESS AND THE CROWD

BRINGS MADNESS AND DRINK EATS THE BODY LIKE A

TIGER; THAT THERE IS NO VOICE TO SPEAK WITH,

NO EAR TO HEAR.

XII

LET IT BE KNOWN THAT

THERE WILL BE OTHER MEN SUCH AS I--

LIFTED FOR THE LION'S MOUTH, BURNED DOWN

BY FALSE LOVES, TRICKED BY KINDNESS, MISLED BY

INTELLECT, DIZZIED BY POESY, SACRIFICED FOR

PROFIT, USED AS CHEAP LABOR; AND THESE WILL BE

THE KINDEST OF THE HAPPENINGS COMPARED TO WHAT

WILL ENTER THE EYE AND THE EAR AND THE BRAIN

AND SEEP TO THE INNARDS TO BEGIN THEIR DEATH-WORK.

I PITY ALL SUCH BROTHERS OF MINE WHO WILL FOLLOW ME

IN THE CENTURIES, UNABLE TO LOVE BECAUSE THERE IS

NOTHING TO LOVE; UNABLE TO KILL BECAUSE THERE IS

NOTHING ALIVE; FOREVER HANGING AND BLEEDING AND

DIZZIED BY THE BEAST-HUMAN, THE WALLS, THE GARDENS,

THE SUN, THE FLOWERS, THE KISSES, THE FLAGS,

THE SEAS, THE ANIMALS, THE FOOD, THE LIQUORS,

THE PAINTINGS, THE SYMPHONIES, ALL USELESSNESS.

XIII

LET IT BE KNOWN THAT

BIRTH IS NOT HOLY, THAT DEATH IS NOT HOLY,

THAT LIFE IS NOT HOLY; LET IT BE KNOWN THAT

I HAVE BLED WITHOUT CROWNS,

THAT I WILL BLEED IN A MOMENT,

THAT I WILL BLEED FOREVER

RED RED RED

AND THE HAWKS WILL DANCE WITHIN MY BONES AND REJOICE;

BUT THAT I DIE FOR WHAT MAN IS AND NOT FOR WHAT I ALMOST WAS--

THEY TOO LITTLE OF ANYTHING,

AND MYSELF JUST LIFTED ENOUGH

TO SEE THE HORROR,

TO SICKEN AND GO MAD

AND WILT.

XIV

DO NOT TAKE AS PERSONAL

WHAT I SAY ABOUT LIFE

ALTOGETHER, UNLESS,

ON ANOTHER PLANE,

YOU CONSIDER YOURSELF A

DEFENDER OF LIFE AND MAN

WHICH IS ONLY ANOTHER WEAKNESS

OF THE SPECIES

LIKE A RAT GAURDING IT'S NEST

AND FOR WHICH I CAN NOT HOLD YOU

TOTALY TO BLAME.

THE ONLY SOLITUDE IS DEATH; BUT

NOT THIS DEATH, NOT THIS DEATH, NOT THIS DEATH...

*WRITTEN BY CHARLES BUKOWSKI, ORIGINALY PUBLISHED 1965 BY FERMENT, ISSUE #6

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Bukowskira visszatérve, az a kérdésem, hogy amikor egy olyan könyvet találok, mint a post office, amitől végre olyan olvasás flow-ba kerülök, mint 13 évesen amikor egy uncsi balatoni nyaralás a nagymutterommal, tündérmesévé változott a Gyűrűk Ura trilógiától, kell e azzal foglalkoznom, hogy egyébként az olvasmány objektíve rendelkezik e bármilyen erkölcsi értelemben vett értékkel? Ha beindul bennem a bugi, michael jackson-t hallgatva, kell e tudnom arról, hogy amúgy mi a megítélése az előadónak? Az alien vs predator-t nézve is megkérdezzük, hogy a főszereplők viselkedése, követendők, vagy ellenkezőleg? Mit gondolsz?

A már említett beszélgetésben a kevésbé ismert Konok úrral, Fallada Mi lesz veled kisember könyvét hoztam fel példaként, ami ugyan úgy mint a post office, azt mutatja be, hogy az egyre embertelenebb világban, azon belül is a munkásosztályra jellemző körülmények között, mit tehet az ember, hogy elviselhetőbbé tegye az életet? Fallada csak kérdez, Bukowski meg válaszol, és amit mond, nem követendő, nyomokban sem tartalmaz erkölcsi értelemben kielégítő megoldást, csak annyit mond, így csinálom én (illetve a főhős, aki pont annyira Bukowski, mint a rút kiskacsa Andersen).

Bevallom, én kurvára magamra ismertem Chianski vergődését látva, és a remény hal meg utoljára, talán egyszer én is megtanulok olyan gördülékenyen történetet mesélni, mint B.

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La literatura. Charles Bukowski

Siempre me acusaron de vulgar, de sucio, de cínico. No me importaba. Yo no quería escribir para complacer a nadie, sino para escupir la verdad. La literatura no es un salón elegante: es un callejón donde sangras tus miserias para que otros sepan que no están solos. Charles Bukowski

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Day lilies, Bukowski and a rose all in yellow 💛 Beer me!

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IGNIS FATUUS by Charles Bukowski

THE ONLY SOLITUDE IS SLEEP OR DEATH

WE, WERE NOT CLEVER ENOUGH-

KIND TO OTHERS AND

CRUEL TO SELF WHEN SELF

ASKED FOR MERCY AND WAS

DENIED

III

THE HOLIEST PRIVACY REMAINS

WAITING ON US,

AND ALL THAT WAS MISUNDERSTOOD

OR ABANDONED WILL COME TOGETHER.

LET MY FAILURE BE YOUR

FORTUNE: THIS THAT WAS BROKEN IN CARELESS

ERROR--LET IT BE KNOWN

THAT TO KNOW YOUR OWN DEATH

IS TO DIE TWICE: ONCE REALLY

AND THEN

HARDLY AT ALL.

LET IT BE KNOWN THAT THERE IS

NOTHING AS UGLY

IN ALL IT'S TANGENTS

AS THE HUMAN BEAST--A TRICK

SET AGAINST THE BLOOD OF YOUR

SOUL.

LET IT BE KNOWN THAT

SOLITUDE IS THE ONLY MERCY AND THE ONLY

LOVER.

VII

LET IT BE KNOWN THAT MOST MEN

LOVE WHAT THEY CAN SEE

AND THEY CAN SEE EACH OTHER

AND THEY LOVE THIS

BECAUSE THEY ARE VERY

LITTLE.

VIII

LET IT BE KNOWN THAT I AM

BITTER AND DAMNED AND TIRED AND

USELESS; LET IT BE KNOWN THAT

WHEN THE FINAL HOPE GOES

THERE REMAINS BUT A

STARING AT THE DANCE AND A

WATCHING OF THE FEEBLE INTERCOURSE

OF THE IDIOTS

WITH VERY LITTLE

NOTE TAKING.

LET IT BE KNOWN THAT I AM

DEAD BUT THAT THERE IS NO

ANGER; LET IT BE KNOWN THAT

MOST MEN ARE DEAD MANY YEARS

BEFORE BURIAL; LET IT BE KNOWN

THAT MANY MEN DIE IN CHILDHOOD,

THAT MANY MEN ARE BORN DEAD--

ALTHOUGH THEIR PARTS MOVE AND

THEY MAKE SOUND AND GROW AND

ADVANCE INTO ADULT BEHAVIOR

AND DO THE THINGS OF CIVILIZATION;

LET IT BE KNOWN THAT THESE MEN

NEVER EXISTED AND THAT THEIR FUNERALS

WERE EXTREME FARCE, AND ALSO THE DEAD TEARS

FOR THE ALREADY DEAD; LET IT BE KNOWN

THAT THE WORMS THEMSELVES WERE NEARER TO TRUTH

IN THAT THEY DID NOT

CRY.

LET IT BE KNOWN THAT A MAN NEED NOT BE

CHRIST TO BE CRUCIFIED; LET IT BE KNOWN THAT

A MAN CAN BE CRUCIFIED EACH DAY, EACH MOMENT

EACH BREATH;--TO SLEEP AND AWAKEN AND BE

TORMENTED AGAIN; LET IT BE KNOWN THAT

A MAN CAN DIE AND DIE AND DIE AND DIE AND

STILL FEEL THE PAIN AND KNOW HE IS DEAD

AND STILL FEEL THE PAIN AND KNOW THERE IS

NOTHING HE CAN DO AND

STILL FEEL THE PAIN. LET IT BE KNOWN.

LET IT BE KNOWN THAT THE TEMPLES ARE NOTHING

AND THE BELLS ARE NOTHING AND FAME IS NOTHING

AND VICTORY IS NOTHING AND SEX IS NOTHING AND

THAT SOLITUDE BRINGS MADNESS AND THE CROWD

BRINGS MADNESS AND DRINK EATS THE BODY LIKE A

TIGER; THAT THERE IS NO VOICE TO SPEAK WITH,

NO EAR TO HEAR.

XII

LET IT BE KNOWN THAT

THERE WILL BE OTHER MEN SUCH AS I--

LIFTED FOR THE LION'S MOUTH, BURNED DOWN

BY FALSE LOVES, TRICKED BY KINDNESS, MISLED BY

INTELLECT, DIZZIED BY POESY, SACRIFICED FOR

PROFIT, USED AS CHEAP LABOR; AND THESE WILL BE

THE KINDEST OF THE HAPPENINGS COMPARED TO WHAT

WILL ENTER THE EYE AND THE EAR AND THE BRAIN

AND SEEP TO THE INNARDS TO BEGIN THEIR DEATH-WORK.

I PITY ALL SUCH BROTHERS OF MINE WHO WILL FOLLOW ME

IN THE CENTURIES, UNABLE TO LOVE BECAUSE THERE IS

NOTHING TO LOVE; UNABLE TO KILL BECAUSE THERE IS

NOTHING ALIVE; FOREVER HANGING AND BLEEDING AND

DIZZIED BY THE BEAST-HUMAN, THE WALLS, THE GARDENS,

THE SUN, THE FLOWERS, THE KISSES, THE FLAGS,

THE SEAS, THE ANIMALS, THE FOOD, THE LIQUORS,

THE PAINTINGS, THE SYMPHONIES, ALL USELESSNESS.

XIII

LET IT BE KNOWN THAT

BIRTH IS NOT HOLY, THAT DEATH IS NOT HOLY,

THAT LIFE IS NOT HOLY; LET IT BE KNOWN THAT

I HAVE BLED WITHOUT CROWNS,

THAT I WILL BLEED IN A MOMENT,

THAT I WILL BLEED FOREVER

RED RED RED

AND THE HAWKS WILL DANCE WITHIN MY BONES AND REJOICE;

BUT THAT I DIE FOR WHAT MAN IS AND NOT FOR WHAT I ALMOST WAS--

THEY TOO LITTLE OF ANYTHING,

AND MYSELF JUST LIFTED ENOUGH

TO SEE THE HORROR,

TO SICKEN AND GO MAD

AND WILT.

XIV

DO NOT TAKE AS PERSONAL

WHAT I SAY ABOUT LIFE

ALTOGETHER, UNLESS,

ON ANOTHER PLANE,

YOU CONSIDER YOURSELF A

DEFENDER OF LIFE AND MAN

WHICH IS ONLY ANOTHER WEAKNESS

OF THE SPECIES

LIKE A RAT GAURDING IT'S NEST

AND FOR WHICH I CAN NOT HOLD YOU

TOTALY TO BLAME.

THE ONLY SOLITUDE IS DEATH; BUT

NOT THIS DEATH, NOT THIS DEATH, NOT THIS DEATH...

*WRITTEN BY CHARLES BUKOWSKI, ORIGINALY PUBLISHED 1965 BY FERMENT, ISSUE #6

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