Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

Charles Bukowski Poems

121. Pull A String, A Puppet Moves 1/13/2003
122. Eulogy To A Hell Of A Dame 1/1/2004
123. Oh Yes 1/13/2003
124. For Jane 1/13/2003
125. Finish 1/13/2003
126. Girl In A Miniskirt Reading The Bible Outside My Window 1/13/2003
127. Cows In Art Class 1/13/2003
128. 40,000 1/13/2003
129. A Following 1/13/2003
130. Raw With Love 1/1/2004
131. Close To Greatness 1/3/2003
132. Big Night On The Town 1/13/2003
133. To The Whore Who Took My Poems 1/13/2003
134. Consummation Of Grief 1/13/2003
135. A Challenge To The Dark 1/13/2003
136. Carson Mccullers 1/3/2003
137. As The Poems Go 1/13/2003
138. A Radio With Guts 1/13/2003
139. The Genius Of The Crowd 1/13/2003
140. Back To The Machine Gun 1/3/2003
141. As The Sparrow 1/13/2003
142. Confession 1/3/2003
143. Cause And Effect 1/13/2003
144. Let It Enfold You 1/1/2004
145. Be Kind 1/13/2003
146. Are You Drinking? 1/13/2003
147. An Almost Made Up Poem 1/13/2003
148. And The Moon And The Stars And The World 1/13/2003
149. Bluebird 1/13/2003
150. Alone With Everybody 1/1/2004
151. A Smile To Remember 1/3/2003

Comments about Charles Bukowski

  • 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.


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  • 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!

  • Doren Robbins Doren Robbins (2/18/2005 1:56:00 AM)

    To survive without adding to the horror is sometimes the best we can do. The courage and cunning it takes to live this way makes what little art or decency we have possible. Until the sometimes wistful and poignant poems Bukowski wrote in old age, his central theme, both comically and tragically, involved the battering struggle of the individual writer, worker, lover in a violently exploitative and humanly deranged world. Readers feel permeated by the best of his poems because of the simplicity with which he expresses passion, and paradoxically conveys the butchery done to it, and the butchery endured, by people.

  • Jackson Kilroy (1/28/2005 8:16:00 AM)

    Hank, you were the man.

Best Poem of Charles Bukowski

A Smile To Remember

we had goldfish and they circled around and around
in the bowl on the table near the heavy drapes
covering the picture window and
my mother, always smiling, wanting us all
to be happy, told me, 'be happy Henry!'
and she was right: it's better to be happy if you
but my father continued to beat her and me several times a week while
raging inside his 6-foot-two frame because he couldn't
understand what was attacking him from within.

my mother, poor fish,
wanting to be happy, beaten two or three times a
week, telling me to be happy: 'Henry, ...

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Trashcan Lives

the wind blows hard tonight

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