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charles bukowski

notes of a dirty old man

About Me

an incredible Bukowski rendition of "the man with the beautiful eyes" enjoy.the uncensored version of "roll the dice" from "factotum"...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,Mikesome 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 differentand to herd our differences under one law degrades each self.******************************************************* *******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.******************************************************** ******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.

My Interests

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

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

Music:

bach, beethoven, brahms, chopin, handel, mahler, mozart, shostakovich, tchaikovskyThe video below was born of an original song backed by Bukowski's words, it's by ManicM. It's called "Hank", Enjoy...

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

Heroes:

aaron and mike

My Blog

the birds

the acute and terrible air hangs with murderas summer birds mingle in the branchesand warbleand mystify the clamor of the mind;an old parrotwho never talks,sits thinking in a Chinese laundry,disgruntl...
Posted by charles bukowski on Sat, 28 Jun 2008 12:57:00 PST

notice

the swans drown in bilge water,take down the signs,test the poisons,barricade the cowfrom the bull,the peony from the sun,take the lavender kisses from my night,put the symphonies out on the streetsli...
Posted by charles bukowski on Fri, 27 Jun 2008 05:07:00 PST

barfly

Jane, who has been dead for 31 years,never could haveimagined that I would write a screenplay of our drinkingdays togetherandthat it would be made into a movieand that a beautiful movie star would pla...
Posted by charles bukowski on Thu, 26 Jun 2008 04:38:00 PST

bow wow love

here things are tough butthey're mostly always tough.basically I'm just trying to get alongwith the female. when youfirst meet them their eyesare all moist with under-standing; laughter aboundslike sa...
Posted by charles bukowski on Wed, 25 Jun 2008 08:46:00 PST

Verdi

andso we suck on a cigarand a beerattempting to mend the lovewounds of the soul. a beer. a cigar. I listen to Verdiscratch my hindquartersandstare out ofa cloud ofbluesmoke. have you ever been toVenic...
Posted by charles bukowski on Tue, 24 Jun 2008 11:12:00 PST

when you wait for the dawn to crawl through the screen like a burglar to take your life away

the snake had crawled the hole,and she said,tell me aboutyourself. andI said,I was beaten downlong agoin some alleyin anotherworld. and she said,we're alllike pigsslapped down some lane,ourgrassbrains...
Posted by charles bukowski on Sun, 22 Jun 2008 09:38:00 PST

grass

at the windowI watch a man with a power mowerthe sounds of his doing race likeflies and beeson the wallpaper,it is like a warm fire, andbetter than eating steak,and the grass is green enoughand the su...
Posted by charles bukowski on Wed, 18 Jun 2008 10:17:00 PST

cows in art class

good weather is like good women- it doesn't always happen and when it does it doesn't always last. man is more stable: if he's bad there's more chance he'll stay that way, or if he's good he might han...
Posted by charles bukowski on Wed, 16 Apr 2008 08:11:00 PST

finished?

the critics now have medrinking champagne anddriving a BMWand also married to asocialite fromPhiladelphia’s Main Linewhich of course is going to prevent mefrom writing my earthyand g...
Posted by charles bukowski on Mon, 07 Apr 2008 04:31:00 PST

these things

these things that we support most well have nothing to do with up, and we do with them out of boredom or fear or money or cracked intelligence; our circle and our candle of light being sma...
Posted by charles bukowski on Mon, 31 Mar 2008 06:17:00 PST