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Mockingbird Wish Me Luck Mockingbird Wish Me Luck by Charles Bukowski
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“and getting dressed we talk about what else there might be to do, but being together solves most of it, in fact, solves all of it”
Charles Bukowski, Mockingbird Wish Me Luck
“I am too sick to lay down
the sidewalks frighten me
the whole damned city frightens me,
what I will become
what I have become
frightens me.”
Charles Bukowski, Mockingbird Wish Me Luck
“you shoulda known the entirety of the trap, a**hole,
love means eventual pain
victory means eventual defeat
grace means eventual slovenliness,
there's no way
out...you see, you
understand?”
Charles Bukowski, Mockingbird Wish Me Luck
“there seems to be no way out, I thought, everybody is always angry about the truth even though they claim to believe in it.”
Charles Bukowski, Mockingbird Wish Me Luck: Contemporary American Poetry—Bukowski's Poignant View on Life and Lechery
“I walk out of the dark and into the dark and sit down and wait.”
Charles Bukowski, Mockingbird Wish Me Luck: Contemporary American Poetry—Bukowski's Poignant View on Life and Lechery
“Don’t talk to me or bother me and I won’t bother you. All right?”
Charles Bukowski, Mockingbird Wish Me Luck: Contemporary American Poetry—Bukowski's Poignant View on Life and Lechery
“the libraries are filled with thousands of books of knowledge,
great music sits inside the nearby radio
and I am sleepy in the afternoon,
I have this tomb within myself that says,
ah, let the others do it, let them win,
let me sleep,
wisdom is in the dark”
Charles Bukowski, Mockingbird Wish Me Luck
“if the rest of the world could see you today their laughter would bring the sun to its knees and even the flowers would leap from the ground like bulldogs and chase you away to where you belong wherever that is, and who cares where it is as long as it’s somewhere away from here.”
Charles Bukowski, Mockingbird Wish Me Luck: Contemporary American Poetry—Bukowski's Poignant View on Life and Lechery
“death arrived on schedule on a Sunday afternoon, and, as always, it was easier than we thought it would be.”
Charles Bukowski, Mockingbird Wish Me Luck: Contemporary American Poetry—Bukowski's Poignant View on Life and Lechery
“greater men than I have failed to agree with Life.”
Charles Bukowski, Mockingbird Wish Me Luck: Contemporary American Poetry—Bukowski's Poignant View on Life and Lechery
“love means eventual pain victory means eventual defeat”
Charles Bukowski, Mockingbird Wish Me Luck: Contemporary American Poetry—Bukowski's Poignant View on Life and Lechery
“the world is full of shipping clerks who have read the Harvard Classics”
Charles Bukowski, Mockingbird Wish Me Luck: Contemporary American Poetry—Bukowski's Poignant View on Life and Lechery
“driving through the park I notice men and women playing golf driving in their powered carts over billiard table lawns, they are my age but their bodies are fat their hair grey their faces waffle batter, and I remember being startled by my own face scarred, and mean as red ants looking at me from a department store mirror and the eyes mad mad mad I drive on and start singing making up the sound a war chant and there is the sun and the sun says, good, I know you, and the steering wheel is humorous and the dashboard laughs, see, the whole sky knows I have not lied to anything even death will have exits like a dark theatre. I stop at a stop sign and as fire burns the trees and the people and the city I know that there will be a place to go and a way to go and nothing need ever be lost.”
Charles Bukowski, Mockingbird Wish Me Luck: Contemporary American Poetry—Bukowski's Poignant View on Life and Lechery
“still, one needs the exercise— this writing game: only the brain and soul get worked-out. quit your bitching and do it. while other people are sleeping you’re lifting a mountain with rivers of poems running off.”
Charles Bukowski, Mockingbird Wish Me Luck: Contemporary American Poetry—Bukowski's Poignant View on Life and Lechery