Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

Comments about Charles Bukowski

  • Ciarli Ling (6/9/2012 6:31:00 AM)

    A very criticized Poet,
    the people must learn that instead of spiting in face of someone big,
    He was an original Poet, to say the things in his own way,
    maybe his Germanic English helped him, okay.

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  • Nicole Snyder (5/16/2012 12:20:00 AM)

    I think most of these comments about his writing are off base and annoying. Are any of you even poverty level? Or just sitting in your corner office eating xanax and googling Bukowski and kiddy porn...

  • Nicole Snyder (5/16/2012 12:18:00 AM)

    I'd sit on his face for a while. N.S.

  • Michele Kostelnik Parrillo (9/27/2011 1:59:00 PM)

    Unfortunately most beat writers seem to think exactly as this poem states. I feel that he hit home on this one. No one likes to speak of it but writers sometimes die old and alone or kill them selves. I can feel his pain. Yes, I do relate... but have hope in the next life with Jesus.
    Michele Kostelnik Parrillo His poem Alone with Everybody is so original and suddenly becomes appreciable by certain poets-that walk down unusual paths.

  • Landsley Alexandre (12/9/2009 5:59:00 PM)

    cool and by the way my name is Landsley Alexandre and I was hoping you could read my poems thank you

  • Bryan Alexander (10/19/2009 10:58:00 PM)

    tonight I drink for you.... thanks henry...

  • Davide Nardi (3/27/2009 10:35:00 AM)

    BU Today wrote a wonderful ode to the master of poets:

    http: //www.bu.edu/today/campus-life/2009/03/25/hanging-with-bukowski-gotlieb-center

  • Doren Robbins (12/13/2008 5:19:00 PM)

    From: “Drinking Wine In The Slaughterhouse With Septuagenarian Stew.” Read the entire essay at dorenrobbins.com. Click under ESSAYS.

    Bukowski’s poems are capable of unpretentiously relating insight with unglamorous epiphanies about the involuntary effects of difficult, unavoidable circumstances that happen in life; some celebrating the experience with humility. Humility that enhances literary style is rare; few writers contain the talent. To survive without adding to the horror is sometimes the best we can do; it is at least an effort that makes sense as a starting point. There is courage, discipline, and cunning in the effort. Finally, what remains after a poet’s survival, which is not an inconsequential matter in our culture—is the art. In the art of Bukowski the most central theme, both comically and tragically, is simply the passion to exist, to take it as it comes and recount what it was all about, and, paradoxically, the butchery done to that passion, and the butchery endured, by humans.


    Doren Robbins, doenrobbins.com

  • Peter Stavropoulos Peter Stavropoulos (11/19/2008 5:51:00 PM)

    There's no escaping it, Bukowski was a genius.

  • Gaitty Ara (9/15/2008 2:44:00 AM)

    A strange poem. if one wants to call it so.. but touching indeed

Best Poem of Charles Bukowski

Alone With Everybody

the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.

there's no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.

nobody ever finds
the one.

the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards...

Read the full of Alone With Everybody

The Great Escape

listen, he said, you ever seen a bunch of crabs in a
bucket?
no, I told him.
well, what happens is that now and then one crab
will climb up on top of the others
and begin to climb toward the top of the bucket,
then, just as he's about to escape
another crab grabs him and pulls him back
down.

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