charles bukowski (1920 - 1994)
I am not primarily a poet, I hate god gooey damned people poets messing the smears of their lives against the sniveling world.
The more crap you believe, the better off you are.
It was, finally, for everyone, a matter of waiting. You waited and you waited - for the hospital, the doctor, the plumber, the madhouse, the jail, papa death himself. First the signal was red, then the signal was green. The citizens of the world ate food and watched t.v. and worried about their jobs or their lack of same, while they waited.
Kill your dog. Run for Mayor. Live in a barrel. Plant tulips in the rain. But don’t write poetry.
It was almost disappointing because it seemed when stress and madness were eliminated from my daily life there wasn’t much left you could depend on.
We are here to drink beer ... and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.
I don’t think any artist is being daring and original when they state that War is Bad. That takes as much courage as hitting grandma behind the neck with a two-by-four.
Before you kill something make sure you have something better to replace it with; something better than political opportunist slamming hate horse shit in the public park.
The world is full of shipping clerks who have read the Harvard Classics.
Show me a man who lives alone and has a perpetually clean kitchen, and 8 times out of 9 I’ll show you a man with detestable spiritual qualities.
Some never go crazy...what truly annoying lives they must lead.