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The People Look Like Flowers at Last The People Look Like Flowers at Last by Charles Bukowski
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“You have to die a few times before you can really
live.”
Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last
“A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover.”
Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last
“great writers are indecent people
they live unfairly
saving the best part for paper.

good human beings save the world
so that bastards like me can keep creating art,
become immortal.
if you read this after I am dead
it means I made it.”
Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last
“she was consumed by 3 simple things:
drink, despair, loneliness; and 2 more:
youth and beauty”
Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last
“...in that drunken place
you would
like to hand your heart to her
and say
touch it
but then
give it back.”
Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last
“dogs and angels are not
very far apart”
Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last
“I sit here
drunk now.
I am
a series of
small victories
and large defeats
and I am as
amazed
as any other
that
I have gotten
from there to
here
without committing murder
or being
murdered;
without
having ended up in the
madhouse.

as I drink alone
again tonight
my soul despite all the past
agony
thanks all the gods
who were not
there
for me
then.”
Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last
“I said goodbye again
sucking up all that was left of her into the
little that was left of
me. I said, 'don't look for me again. fuck it.
we are all lost. goodbye, goodbye.”
Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last
“it was like any other
relationship, there was
jealousy on both sides,
there were split-ups and
reconciliations.
there were also fragmented moments of
great peace and beauty.

I often tried to get away from her and
she tied to get away from me
but it was difficult:
Cupid, in his strange way, was really
there.”
Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last
“whiskey makes the heart beat faster
but it sure doesn't help the
mind and isn't it funny how you can ache just
from the deadly drone of
existence?”
Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last
“to fight for each minute is to
fight for what is possible within
yourself,
so that your life and your death
will not be like
theirs.”
Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last
“I suppose like others
I have come through fire and sword,
love gone wrong,
head-on crashes, drunk at sea,
and I have listened to the simple sound of water running
in tubs
and wished to drown”
Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last
“Those faces you see every day on the streets were not created entirely without hope: be kind to them: like you they have not escaped.”
Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last
“purple does something strange to me”
Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last
“love be damned now
as love was damned when it
first arrived.”
Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last
“What a woman wants is a reaction. What a man wants is a woman.”
Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last
“To experience real agony is something hard to write about, impossible to understand while it grips you; you're frightened out of your wits, can’t sit still, move, or even go decently insane.”
Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last
“we had such tremendous fun
and much agony together
for some years”
Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last
“morning night and noon
the traffic moves through
and the murder and treachery
of friends and lovers
and all the people
move through you.

pain is the joy of knowing
the unkindest truth
that arrives without
warning.

life is being alone
death is being alone.

even the fools weep

morning night and noon.”
Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last
“life itself is not the miracle.
that pain should be so constant,
that's the miracle -”
Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last
“as she
drove me through the hills everything screamed inside of
me, and I kept saying as we drove along
(to myself, of course)
fucker, it will pass,
everything passes,
it's all a joke
a joke on you”
Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last
“we only asked for leopards to guard
our thinning dreams.”
Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last
“startling! such determination in the
dull and uninspired
and the copyists.
they never lose the fierce gratitude
for their uneventfulness,
nor do they forget to laugh
at the wit of slugs;
as a study in diluted senses
they'd make any pharaoh
cough up his beans;
in music they prefer the monotony of
dripping faucets;
in love and sex they prefer each other
and therefore compound the
problem;
the energy with which they propel their
uselessness
(without any self-doubt)
toward worthless goals
is as magnificent as
cow shit.
they produce novels, children, death,
freeways, cities, wars, wealth, poverty, politicians
and total areas of grandiose waste;
it's as if the whole world is wrapped in dirty
bandages.

it's best to take walks late at
night.
it's best to do your business only on
Mondays and
Tuesdays.

it's best to sit in a small room
with the shades down
and
wait.

the strongest men are the fewest
and the strongest women die alone
too.”
Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last
“The wisdom to quit is all we have left.”
Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last
“it's colder than hell (yes) but
the blankets are thin,
and the pulled-down shades
are as full of holes as love is.”
Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last
“the psyche has been burned
and left us senseless,
the world has been darker than lights-out
in a closet full of hungry bats,
and the whiskey and wine entered our veins
when blood was too weak to carry on”
Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last
“sometimes there's nothing to say
about
death.”
Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last
“we were in her big oak
bed
facing south
so much of the rest of the
time
that I memorized
each wrinkle in the
drapes
and especially
all the cracks in the
ceiling.

I used to play games with
her with that ceiling.

"see those cracks up
there?"

"where?"

"look where I'm pointing..."

"o.k."

"now, see those cracks, see the
pattern? it forms and image. do you see
what it is?"

"umm, umm ..."

"go on, what is it?"

"I know! It's a man on top of a woman!"

"wrong. it's a flamingo standing
by a stream."

. . .

we finally got free of
one another.
it's sad but it's
standard operating procedure
(I am constantly confused by
the lack of durability in human
affairs).

I suppose the parting was
unhappy
maybe even ugly.
it's been 3 or 4
years now
and I wonder if she
ever thinks of
me, of what I am doing?”
Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last
“there is moss on the walls
and the stain of thought and failure and
waiting”
Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last
“I could understand the moon leaning across a bar on skid row
and asking for a drink, but I couldn't understand anything about
myself,
I was murdered, I was shit, I was a tentful of dogs,
I was poppies mowed down by machine-gun fire
I was a hotshot wasp in a web
I was less and less and still reaching for
something, and I thought of her corny remark
a night or so ago:
You have wounded eyes.”
Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last

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