#charlesbukowski

[lforlimbo]

"We are like roses that have never bothered to bloom when we should have bloomed and it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting"

[mqmotivate]

Charles Bukowski Quotes - When nobody wakes you up in the morning, when nobody waits for you at night, and when you can do whatever you want, what do you call it, Freedom or Loneliness? Read more at - https://minimalistquotes.com

[epicforwards]

"Those who lack the courage will always find a philosophy to justify it."

-- Albert Camus

[sulasnsleep]

“You have to die a few times before you can really live.”

— Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last

[sabrinarismos]

De vez em quando só de vez em quando é que você encontra alguém com uma presença e eletricidade que combina com a tua.

charles bukowski.

[yasak-dusler2]

Kuşkusuz ki en büyük önyargı etrafımızdaki herkesi "insan" sanmamızdır.

[golge-gezgin]

Ben yalnız değilim, tek başımayım...! “Yaşamlarımızda ‘önemli’ bir başkası olmadığında kendimizi ya yalnız hissederiz ya da yalnızlığın getirdiği özgürlüğün tadını çıkarırız. Derinden hissettiğimiz gerçekler konusunda başkalarından destek alamadığımız zamanlar, kendimizi ya yalnız ve acı dolu hissederiz ya da vizyonumuzun, ailemizin, dostlarımızın veya iş arkadaşlarımızın onayına olan insani gereksinimimizin üstesinden gelecek kadar güçlü olmamıza seviniriz. Yaşama bakış şeklimiz yolumuzu belirler. Yalnızlık kelimesi bile insanın içinde bir üzüntü yaratmaya yeter. Bu sadece yanlış bir çağrışım, yanlış bir yorumdur. Buna yalnızlık yerine tek başınalık demek daha doğrudur. İnsanlar yalnız olduklarında üzülmeleri gerektiğini düşünürler. Bu doğru değildir… İnsanlarla olmanın getirdiği mutluluk son derece yüzeyselken, kendi başına olduğunda beliren mutluluk ise muazzam bir derinliğe sahiptir. Tek başınalık üzüntü getirmez. Tek başınalığın en derinlerine bir kez olsun inmişsen, artık her türlü ilişki sana yüzeysel gelecektir. Tek başına olduğunuz zaman yapayalnız değilsiniz. Yalnızlık ile tek başınalık arasında büyük bir fark vardır. Yalnız olduğunuz zaman bir başkasını düşünmektesinizdir, bir başkasını özlemektesinizdir. Yalnızlık olumsuz bir durumdur. Diğeri dostunuz, kocanız, karınız, anneniz, sevgiliniz - yanınızda olsa daha iyi olacağınızı hissediyorsunuzdur. Diğeri yanınızda olsa çok iyi olacaktır ama değildir. Kişinin er ya da geç yalnızlıkla karşı karşıya gelmesi gerekir. Bir kez onunla yüzleştiğinde, yalnızlık renk değiştirir, nitelik değiştirir. Tek başınalığa dönüşür. Yalnızlık diğerinin yokluğudur. Tek başınalık, yanınızda kendinizin olmasıdır. Tek başınalık çok olumludur. Bir varlıktır, bol bir varlıktır. Varlıkla o kadar dolusunuzdur ki, varlığınızla tüm evreni doldurabilirsiniz ve başkalarının varlığına ihtiyaç kalmaz. Yalıtılmışlık içinde üzüntü ve sefaleti barındırırken, kendi başınalık gerçek mutluluğa dair bir enginliğe sahiptir. ”Sevgiyle, sağlıcakla ve hoş kalalım hepimiz, yalnız kalmaktan daha kötü şeyler de vardır hayatta, ama genellikle bir ömür alır bunun farkına varmak, O zaman da çok geçtir ve çok geçten daha kötü bir şey yoktur hayatta...

( Charles Bukowski, Pis Moruğun Notları )

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[ Çanakkale, Gelibolu, 13.08.2019 ]

[50sfumaturedibestemmie]

'Accontentarsi di chiunque pur di non restare soli.. Se dovessi spiegare a parole l'infelicità, lo farei così.'

— Charles Bukowski💫

[lainutilidaddelapoesia]

“nota sobre la construcción de las masas” de Charles Bukowski de «Poemas 2» (1995)

[brownsugar4hersoul]

R O L L T H E D I C E

“ If you’re going to try, Go all the way. Otherwise, don’t even start. If you’re going to try, Go all the way. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives, jobs & maybe your mind. Go all the way. It could mean not eating for 3 or 4 days. It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail, It could mean derision, mockery, isolation. Isolation is the gift. All the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want to do it. And you’ll do it despite rejection & the worst odds. And it will be better than anything else you can imagine. If you’re going to try, Go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods & the nights will flame with fire. Do it, Do it, Do it. Do it. All the way All the way. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter, its the only good fight there is. ” |Charles Bukowski|

[lforlimbo]

dumb, Jesus Christ, some people are so dumb you can hear them splashing around in their dumbness as their eyes look out of their heads. they have most of their parts: hands, feet, ears, legs, elbows, intestines, fingernails, noses and so forth but there’s nothing there yet they are able to speak, form sentences— but what comes out of their mouths are the stalest concepts, the most warped beliefs, they are the repository of all the obvious stupidities they have stuffed themselves with and it hurts me to look at them to listen to them, I want to run and hide I want to escape their engulfing nullity there is no horror movie worse, no murder as unsolved but the world goes on and they go on dumbly slamming my guts to pieces. Charles Bukowski

[mqmotivate]

Charles Bukowski Quotes - When nobody wakes you up in the morning, when nobody waits for you at night, and when you can do whatever you want, what do you call it, Freedom or Loneliness? Read more at - https://minimalistquotes.com

[owlscastingspells]

Let It Enfold You, by Charles Bukowski

Either peace or happiness, let it enfold you

when I was a young man I felt these things were dumb, unsophisticated. I had bad blood, a twisted mind, a precarious upbringing.

I was hard as granite, I leered at the sun. I trusted no man and especially no woman.

I was living a hell in small rooms, I broke things, smashed things, walked through glass, cursed. I challenged everything, was continually being evicted, jailed, in and out of fights, in and out of my mind. women were something to screw and rail at, I had no male friends,

I changed jobs and cities, I hated holidays, babies, history, newspapers, museums, grandmothers, marriage, movies, spiders, garbagemen, english accents, spain, france, italy, walnuts and the color orange. algebra angered me, opera sickened me, charlie chaplin was a fake and flowers were for pansies.

peace and happiness to me were signs of inferiority, tenants of the weak and addled mind.

but as I went on with my alley fights, my suicidal years, my passage through any number of women-it gradually began to occur to me that I wasn’t different

from the others, I was the same,

they were all fulsome with hatred, glossed over with petty grievances, the men I fought in alleys had hearts of stone. everybody was nudging, inching, cheating for some insignificant advantage, the lie was the weapon and the plot was empty, darkness was the dictator.

cautiously, I allowed myself to feel good at times. I found moments of peace in cheap rooms just staring at the knobs of some dresser or listening to the rain in the dark. the less I needed the better I felt.

maybe the other life had worn me down. I no longer found glamour in topping somebody in conversation. or in mounting the body of some poor drunken female whose life had slipped away into sorrow.

I could never accept life as it was, i could never gobble down all its poisons but there were parts, tenuous magic parts open for the asking.

I re formulated I don’t know when, date, time, all that but the change occurred. something in me relaxed, smoothed out. i no longer had to prove that I was a man,

I didn’t have to prove anything.

I began to see things: coffee cups lined up behind a counter in a cafe. or a dog walking along a sidewalk. or the way the mouse on my dresser top stopped there with its body, its ears, its nose, it was fixed, a bit of life caught within itself and its eyes looked at me and they were beautiful. then- it was gone.

I began to feel good, I began to feel good in the worst situations and there were plenty of those. like say, the boss behind his desk, he is going to have to fire me.

I’ve missed too many days. he is dressed in a suit, necktie, glasses, he says, ‘I am going to have to let you go’

‘it’s all right’ I tell him.

He must do what he must do, he has a wife, a house, children, expenses, most probably a girlfriend.

I am sorry for him he is caught.

I walk onto the blazing sunshine. the whole day is mine temporarily, anyhow.

(the whole world is at the throat of the world, everybody feels angry, short-changed, cheated, everybody is despondent, disillusioned)

I welcomed shots of peace, tattered shards of happiness.

I embraced that stuff like the hottest number, like high heels, breasts, singing, the works.

(don’t get me wrong, there is such a thing as cockeyed optimism that overlooks all basic problems just for the sake of itself- this is a shield and a sickness.)

The knife got near my throat again, I almost turned on the gas again but when the good moments arrived again I didn’t fight them off like an alley adversary. I let them take me, I luxuriated in them, I made them welcome home. I even looked into the mirror once having thought myself to be ugly, I now liked what I saw, almost handsome, yes, a bit ripped and ragged, scares, lumps, odd turns, but all in all, not too bad, almost handsome, better at least than some of those movie star faces like the cheeks of a baby’s butt.

and finally I discovered real feelings of others, unheralded, like lately, like this morning, as I was leaving, for the track, I saw my wife in bed, just the shape of her head there (not forgetting centuries of the living and the dead and the dying, the pyramids, Mozart dead but his music still there in the room, weeds growing, the earth turning, the tote board waiting for me) I saw the shape of my wife’s head, she so still, I ached for her life, just being there under the covers.

I kissed her in the forehead, got down the stairway, got outside, got into my marvelous car, fixed the seatbelt, backed out the drive. feeling warm to the fingertips, down to my foot on the gas pedal, I entered the world once more, drove down the hill past the houses full and empty of people, I saw the mailman, honked, he waved back at me.

[francervp]

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[sabrinarismos]

“É muito raro encontrar almas livres, mas logo se vê quando são.”

— Charles Bukowski.

[a-collage]

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