December 2011
3 posts
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.
“I’m on fire with love and anger.”
– Charles Bukowski
November 2011
4 posts
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...
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?
October 2011
5 posts
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...
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
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.
musevault asked: i know this is really obscure, but i'm looking for some quote or poem where bukowski talks about crowds. i cant remember what book or the exact wording, but he talks about how you get nothing out of talking to a group of men together. they act pompously to impress each other and hide vulnerability and they're aren't genuine. but you talk to one man alone, and you get a human. you...
August 2011
2 posts
Don’t designers know that girls have to sit down in the clothing they make?
7 tags
July 2011
1 post
June 2011
22 posts
Everyone is submitting their Bukowski tattoos, so...
My Bluebird tattoo. The bottom says, “Don’t be sad.”
http://blaisebaileyfinnegan.tumblr.com/
sadnessof asked: I have an in-progress Charles Bukowski half leg sleeve! :D I just posted it on my page but it's also in the tags under "Bukowski" if you care to share. I adore your blog, by the way. Bukowski is the best.
mothlightmagazine asked: The first poem I turned to on opening ' The Pleasures of the Damned' was 3:16 and one Half so for jessr looking for this poem...
'here I'm supposed to be a great poet
and I'm sleepy in the afternoon
here I am aware of death like a giant bull
charging at me and I'm sleep in the afternoon
here I'm aware of wars and men...
'here I'm supposed to be a great poet
and I'm sleepy in the afternoon
here I am aware of death like a giant bull
charging at me and I'm sleep in the afternoon
here I'm aware of wars and men...
Here's my Buk Ink
“These words I write keep me from total madness”
whatimthinkinbout asked: thanks <3
whatimthinkinbout asked: hey! i saw that you guys posted a buk tattoo the other day, and figured i'd submit mine. it's the cover art for the chapterbook Bring Me Your Love (with R. Crumb)
Okay just kidding, questions cannot contain links lol. but a picture of it is the most recent thing i posted on my page
Okay just kidding, questions cannot contain links lol. but a picture of it is the most recent thing i posted on my page
"So let me introduce myself, I'm a mess.": “”I’ve... →
-thedaydream:
“”I’ve never been lonely. I’ve been in a room — I’ve felt suicidal. I’ve been depressed. I’ve felt awful — awful beyond all — but I never felt that one other person could enter that room and cure what was bothering me…or that any number of people could enter that room. In other words, loneliness…
“Lawyers, doctors, plumbers, they all made the money. Writers? Writers starved....”
– Charles Bukowski, Hollywood
brokenmachine asked: not sure if you have posted this poem on your blog yet but here's the link http://brokenmachine.tumblr.com/post/6562758788
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jessr asked: Hey! I noticed that people were getting your help finding poems.
I was looking for this poem called 3:16 and one Half, but I can't find the full version online. Does anyone have it?
Thanks so much!
I was looking for this poem called 3:16 and one Half, but I can't find the full version online. Does anyone have it?
Thanks so much!
animalsinthedark asked: Let me find my copy and I can get that poem for the last ask!
irony-and-wine asked: Everywhere, Everywhere by Charles Bukowski
liberationfrequency:
amazing, how grimly we hold onto our
misery,
ever defensive, thwarted by
the forces.
amazing, the energy we burn
fueling our anger.
amazing, how one moment we can be
snarling like a beast, then
a few moments...
liberationfrequency:
amazing, how grimly we hold onto our
misery,
ever defensive, thwarted by
the forces.
amazing, the energy we burn
fueling our anger.
amazing, how one moment we can be
snarling like a beast, then
a few moments...
amazing, how grimly we hold onto our misery ever defensive, thwarted by the forces. amazing, the energy we burn fueling our anger. amazing, how one moment we can be snarling like a beast, then a few moments later, forgetting what or why. not hours of this or days or months or years of this but decades, lifetimes completely used up, given over to the pettiest rancor and hatred. finally there is...
joellelovesyou asked: I'm looking for a poem called Everywhere, Everywhere from "What Matters the Most is How Well You Walk Through the Fire" I can't find it anywhere online! Is it posted anywhere?!
“I see men assassinated around me every day. I walk through rooms of the dead,...”
– Charles Bukowski
Anonymous asked: if I never see you again
I will always carry you
inside
outside
on my fingertips
and at brain edges
and in centers
centers
of what I am of
what remains.
can you please tell me what his poem is called?
I will always carry you
inside
outside
on my fingertips
and at brain edges
and in centers
centers
of what I am of
what remains.
can you please tell me what his poem is called?
“I’ve read all your essays about our distinguished President’s visit to Los Angeles. I was there. Some of you, I noticed, could not attend for one reason or another. For those of you who could not attend, I would like to read this one by Henry Chinaski.’ The class was terribly silent. I was the most unpopular member of the class by far. It was like a knife slicing through...
summer-ends-deactivated20110810 asked: I'm pretty positive "Trapped" is from Love is a Dog from Hell
pillsandheartbreaks asked: Hey, awesome tumblr! ;) I'm a huge Bukowski's fan and have always had a special feeling while reading "Trapped" and I wanted to know if you could tell me what collection this poem is from. Thank you so much in advance!
“Almost all people are dumb. Ever seen people go into a restaurant to order food? They don’t even want to eat food. They come in because it’s time to eat. They’re not even hungry. The more I think of humanity, the less I want to think of them.” —Charles Bukowski
May 2011
41 posts
monabime-deactivated20110603 asked: If I never see you again
I will always carry you
inside
outside ...
If i'm not wrong i think that is part of a letter to 'Katherine' from 25 January 1976.
Hope this helps ;D
I will always carry you
inside
outside ...
If i'm not wrong i think that is part of a letter to 'Katherine' from 25 January 1976.
Hope this helps ;D
thebopapocalypse asked: I could be wrong but I remember reading somewhere that the poem in question here > http://fuckyeahbukowski.tumblr.com/post/5913945941/hi-i-always-read-the-following-poem-and-its-always
is from one of the letters in the collection[of letters] 'Living on Luck'
is from one of the letters in the collection[of letters] 'Living on Luck'
bonheurdemalheur asked: The title of the poem is Lost Love, but I'm not sure which collection it's from.
kakistocracy asked: It's in the book Living on Luck, a selection of letters from the 60's and 70's.
“When you’re young a pair of female high-heeled shoes just sitting alone in the...”
– Charles Bukowski
Anonymous asked: Hi! I always read the following poem and it's always attributed to Bukowski, but I cannot (not even after endless googling) seem to find the name of the poem or what collection of poetry it's from. I was wondering if you could please help me? Thanks!
If I never see you again
I will always carry you
inside
outside
on my fingertips
If I never see you again
I will always carry you
inside
outside
on my fingertips
Eulogy To A Hell Of A Dame
some dogs who sleep At night must dream of bones and I remember your bones in flesh and best in that dark green dress and those high-heeled bright black shoes, you always cursed when you drank, your hair coming down you wanted to explode out of what was holding you: rotten memories of a rotten past, and you finally got out by dying, leaving me with the rotten present; you’ve been dead 28...
With All the Love I Had, Which Was Not Enough
I pick up the skirt, I pick up the sparkling beads in black, this thing that moved once around flesh, and I call God a liar, I say anything that moved like that or knew my name could never die in the common verity of dying, and I pick up her lovely dress, all her loveliness gone, and I speak to all the gods, Jewish gods, Christ-gods, chips of blinking things, idols, pills, bread, fathoms, risks,...
For Jane
225 days under grass and you know more than I. they have long taken your blood, you are a dry stick in a basket. is this how it works? in this room the hours of love still make shadows. when you left you took almost everything. I kneel in the nights before tigers that will not let me be. what you were will not happen again. the tigers have found me and I do not care. -Charles Bukowski
“I don’t know about other people, but when I wake up in the morning and put my...”
– Charles Bukowski