The Essential Bukowski: Poetry

by Charles Bukowski

I hated you when it would have taken less courage to love.

I guess these things have happened time and again but I can’t help thinking to die on a kitchen floor at 7 o’clock in the morning while other people are frying eggs is not so rough unless it happens to you.

Beware Those Who Either Detest Poverty Or Are Proud Of It

Not Being Able To Create Art They Will Not Understand Art

it’s not the large things that send a man to a madhouse . . . death he’s ready for, or murder, incest, robbery, fire, flood . . . no, it’s the continuing series of small tragedies that send a man to the madhouse . . .