beer, beer and more beer. lots of wine. and glass after glass of scotch and bourbon and whiskey and gin and vodka and rum.
my typewriter
Music
bach, beethoven, brahms, chopin, handel, mahler, mozart, shostakovich, tchaikovsky
The video below was born of an original song backed by Bukowski's words, it's by ManicM. It's called "Hank", Enjoy.
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Movies
barfly, factotum, born into this, love is a dog from hell, the bukowski files
Television
where's the classical radio station category...
Books
Flower, Fist and Bestial Wail
A Signature of Charles Bukowski Poetry
Signature 2
Poems and Drawings
Longshot Pomes for Broke Players
It Catches My Heart In Its Hands
Cold Dogs in the Courtyard
Crucifix in a Deathhand
All The Assholes In The World and Mine
The Genius of the Crowd
2 Poems
At Terror Street and Agony Way
Poems Written Before Jumping Out Of An 8 Story Window
The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over The Hills
A Bukowski Sampler
If We Take
Fire Station
Erections, Ejaculations and General Tales of Ordinary Madness
Mockingbird Wish Me Luck
Me and Your Sometimes Love Poems
South of No North
While the Music Played
Burning in Water Drowning in Flame
Africa, Paris, Greece
Scarlet
The Last Poem and Tough Company
Love is a Dog From Hell
Maybe Tomorrow
Art
Legs, Hips and Behind
We'll Take Them
Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument...
A Love Poem
Dangling in the Tournefortia
The Last Generation
The Most Beautiful Woman in Town and Other Stories
Hot Water Music
Tales of Ordinary Madness
Sparks
War All the Time
Horses Don't Bet on People and Neither Do I
Going Modern
One for the Old Boy
Pig in a Pamphlet
Alone in a Time of Armies
Cornered
You Get So Alone At Times That It Just Makes Sense
Relentless as the Tarantula
Gold in Your Eye
Bukowski Photographs 1977-1987
A Visitor Complains Of My Disenfranchise
Luck
Beauti-ful
The Roominghouse Madrigals
The Movie Critics
If You Let Them Kill You, They Will
Septaugenarian Stew
This
Darkness and Ice
We Ain't Got No Money, Honey
People Poems
In the Shadow of the Rose
Bukowski Photographs 1977-1991
In the Morning and at Night
The Last Night of the Earth Poems
Three Poems
Now
Run With the Hunted
Those Marvelous Lunches
Between The Earthquake, The Volcano And The Leopard
Charles Bukowski and Alpha Beat Press
Heat Wave
Shakespeare Never Did This
Confession of a Coward
Betting on the Muse
The Laughing Heart
The Iris Prints
A New War
Bone Palace Ballet
To Lean Back Into It
what matters most is how well you walk through the fire
The Singer
Open All Night
Popcorn in the Dark
the night torn mad with footsteps
Pink Silks
The Simple Truth
Sifting Through the Madness for the Word, the Line, the Way
The Flash of Lightning Behind the Mountain
About me: this is Buk with everything and nothing to need
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Green Hills Memorial Park at 27051 South Western Avenue in Rancho Palos Verdes, CA, 90275, is where Henry Charles "Hank" Bukowski is buried in Ocean View, Lot I, No. 875. Go visit him if you can, it was and still is the best day I ever had.
yours thru Buk,
Mike
some attempt to find rules in the teachings of
others
and adjust to that
sight.
for me
obedience to another is the decay
of self.
for though every being is similar
each being is different
and to herd our differences
under one law
degrades each self.
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An intellectual is a man who says a simple thing in a difficult way; an artist is a man who says a difficult thing in a simple way.
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For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can't readily accept the God formula, the big answers don't remain stone-written. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command or faith a dictum. I am my own God. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us. **************************************************************
Green Hills Memorial Park at 27051 South Western Avenue in Rancho Palos Verdes, CA, 90275, is where Henry Charles "Hank" Bukowski is buried in Ocean View, Lot I, No. 875.
Who I'd like to meet: searchers of the word, the line, the way... and truth speaking drunks, cheap whores, and any toothless women with an appetite for cock
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So we all appreciate what you are doing with this profile, but I gotta say most of us I am sure don't read the blog posts to read works by anyone other than Buk. As the creator/owner of the page, post your pieces if you want, but lets not stray too far from the point and the man himself. Just a thought.
One should always be drunk. That's all that matters; that's our one imperative need. So as not to feel Time's horrible burden one which breaks your shoulders and bows you down, you must get drunk without cease. But with what? With wine, poetry, or virtue as you choose. But get drunk. And if, at some time, on steps of a palace, in the green grass of a ditch, in the bleak solitude of your room, you are waking and the drunkenness has already abated, ask the wind, the wave, the stars, the clock, all that which flees, all that which groans, all that which rolls, all that which sings, all that which speaks, ask them, what time it is; and the wind, the wave, the stars, the birds, and the clock, they will all reply: "It is time to get drunk! So that you may not be the martyred slaves of Time, get drunk, get drunk, and never pause for rest! With wine, poetry, or virtue, as you choose!"
