Anonymous asked: just thought youd be interested to know that the lyrics to the song Five by La Dispute is a compilation of three of bukowski's poems. youtube that shytteee. ps, love the blog.

thanks! i’ll have to listen to it!

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nevver:

“I do not like the human race. I don’t like their heads. I don’t like their faces. I don’t like their feet. I don’t like their conversations. I don’t like their hairdos. I don’t like their automobiles. I don’t like their dogs or their cats or their roses.”
– Charles Bukowski

nedhepburn:

Bukowski may have been a phenomenal asshole but he definitely knew what was up. 

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bambibeatdown asked: the blood/white belly/ocean poem that 'sadnessof' was talking about is called 'as the sparrow'.

thetellersoundsthealarm asked: you’re a best, she said your big white belly and those hairy feet. you never cut your nails and you have fat hands paws like a cat your bright red nose and the biggest balls I’ve ever seen. you shoot sperm like a whale shoots water out of the hole in its back. beast beast beast, she kissed me, what do you want for breakfast? (it's from the book love is a dog from hell.) and sorry, tumblr won't let me post the poem with the line breaks.

sadnessof asked: There is a poem by Charles Bukowski where he talks about looking at the ocean and I know he says something about blood and white bellies... I can't remember exactly and I can't remember the name of the poem. Anyone know what I'm talking about?

thisholocaustiwalkin asked: [cont.] when you ask them,“how are things?” they’ll always answer, “fine, just fine…”once you’ve been to hell and back,that’s enoughit’s the greatest satisfaction known to man. once you’ve been to hell and back,you don’t look behind you when the floor creaksand the sun is always up at midnightand things like the eyes of miceor an abandoned tire in a vancant lotcan make you smile once you’ve been to hell and back.

Anonymous asked: do you know the name and the rest of this poem?

they say that hell is crowded, yet,
when you’re in hell,
you always seem to be alone.
and you can’t tell anyone when you're in hell
or they’ll think you’re crazy
and being crazy is being in hell
and being sane is hellish too

sadnessof asked: Regarding the question about "crowds." Do they mean Something For The Touts, The Nuns, The Grocery Clerks, And You . . .? Maybe.. I don't know.