Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

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  • Peter Stavropoulos Peter Stavropoulos (11/19/2008 5:51:00 PM)

    There's no escaping it, Bukowski was a genius.

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  • Gaitty Ara (9/15/2008 2:44:00 AM)

    A strange poem. if one wants to call it so.. but touching indeed

  • Kacie Cal (6/28/2006 12:54:00 PM)

    ya i love bukowski! ! ! did you know that they are turning Factotum into a movie pretty soon? i think mid august- apperently its soundtrack kicks butt too!

  • Sinking Feeling (6/21/2006 12:33:00 PM)

    Does anyone have news or reviews from the Factotum movie?

  • Neil Gray (6/3/2006 2:45:00 AM)

    Thank you Henry...........

  • Shannon R. Ouellette (2/22/2006 7:29:00 PM)

    this man is amazing, really. im porbably a lot younger then many people who admire this guy but seriously... hes so... i dont know, buddy neilson from senses fail got me interested in him.

  • Jon Edward (11/7/2005 4:53:00 PM)

    Quite possible the second most profound sexual predator of the 20th century. Jon

  • Bera Tremoz (11/6/2005 12:14:00 PM)

    I raise a toast in your name
    everytime i drink
    my dear Chinaski
    and i curse at you
    silently and privately
    cos i cant wait to get drunk
    with you
    in the afterlife.

    Albert

  • W J (7/26/2005 6:54:00 PM)

    This guy is absolutely amazing. Writing this great while drinking that much? all I can say is 'Wow.'

  • Praxku Segapoto (3/8/2005 1:49:00 AM)

    I need to know where I can find the poem titled 'gamblers all', in what book. I hope somebody can help me. Thanks!

Best Poem of Charles Bukowski

Alone With Everybody

the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.

there's no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.

nobody ever finds
the one.

the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards...

Read the full of Alone With Everybody

The Retreat

this time has finished me.

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