Tag: Charles Bukowski

Enough whiskey for a Mississippi River of pain

Saturday, 15 October, 2016 0 Comments

“Ya got cigarettes?” she asks.
“Yes,” I say,
“I got cigarettes.”
“Matches?” she asks.
“Enough to burn Rome.”
“Enough whiskey for a Mississippi River of pain.”
“You drunk?”
“Not yet.”

Charles Bukowski (1920 — 1994)

Galty whiskey

Writer’s block today

Sunday, 29 May, 2016 0 Comments

“The last thing we discover in composing a work is what to put down first.”
Blaise Pascal

“Biting my truant pen, beating myself for spite:
‘Fool!’ said my muse to me, ‘look in thy heart, and write.'”
Sir Philip Sidney

“Writing about a writer’s block is better than not writing at all.”
Charles Bukowski

The Man with the Beautiful Eyes

Sunday, 26 April, 2015 0 Comments

“The poetry of Charles Bukowski deeply inspires many of its readers. Sometimes it just inspires them to lead the dissolute lifestyle they think they see glorified in it, but other times it leads them to create something compelling of their own,” writes Colin Marshall in Open Culture.

Marshall continues: “Jonathan Hodgson’s adaptation of The Man with the Beautiful Eyes puts vivid, colorful imagery to Bukowski’s late poem that draws from his childhood memories of a mysterious, untamed young man in a run-down house whose very existence reminded him “that nobody wanted anybody to be strong and beautiful like that, that others would never allow it.”

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Bukowski on women

Thursday, 27 December, 2012 0 Comments

Among the myriad delights that Santa Claus put in the Rainy Day Christmas stocking was Women by Charles Bukowski. In his introduction, Barry Miles says, “Women is Buwkoski’s punk novel. Written in 1977, it is fast, conversational, uses few long words, and just zips along.” In the book, we meet Henry Chinaski, a low-life writer […]

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And he wanted to stay in that cafe forever

Thursday, 6 December, 2012 0 Comments

[iframe src=”http://player.vimeo.com/video/54754006″ width=”100%” height=”480″] And the young man watched the snow through the windows. And he wanted to stay in that cafe forever. The curious feeling swam through him that everything was beautiful there. And it would always stay beautiful there. And then the bus driver told the passengers that it was time to board. […]

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