Charles Bukowski (16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)
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As The Poems Go
as the poems go into the thousands you
realize that you've created very
little.
Charles Bukowski
Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003
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I read this alot, its inspiring. A mad genius indeed. I might even get this tattoed on my arm.
I am insane too. Now not alone. Thank you Charles.
profound truth in simple words, bukowski is number one in this kind of style.
After further study, I would have to say insanity is closer to the truth.
Mr. Bukowski appears to handle that thin line between insanity and genius quite well. Few do it as well, I think.
in the middle of the night, when silence has invaded every corner of your head, suddenly you hear the dying sigh of an angel that just passed...
yes bukowski all of your shit is great.. mind blowing! ! ! it makes me CRY! Bukowksi let me suck your dick... please! !
So brilliantly insightful with so few words. Of the many thousands of works done, nothing is really new. Someone before us all has felt the same way, or thought the same way- we just relate it in different verse.
i love the big bukowski.... you can't call the man a lier!
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