So, thatโs what they wanted: lies. Beautiful lies. Thatโs what they needed. People were fools. It was going to be easy for me.
Charles BukowskiNot everybody thought they could be a dentist or an automobile mechanic but everybody knew they could be a writer.
Charles BukowskiTrouble and pain were what kept a man alive. Or trying to avoid trouble and pain. It was a full time job.
Charles BukowskiI should think that many of our poets, the honest ones, will confess to having no manifesto. It is a painful confession but the art of poetry carries its own powers without having to break them down into critical listings. I do not mean that poetry should be raffish and irresponsible clown tossing off words into the void. But the very feeling of a good poem carries its own reason for being... Art is its own excuse, and itโs either Art or itโs something else. Itโs either a poem or a piece of cheese.
Charles Bukowski