I 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 BukowskiThose who preach god, need god Those who preach peace do not have peace Those who preach love do not have love
Charles BukowskiThe world had somehow gone too far, and spontaneous kindness could never be so easy.
Charles BukowskiDaddy,' my mother asked, 'arenโt we going to run out of gas?' No thereโs plenty of god-damned gas.' Where are we going?' Iโm going to get some god-damed oranges!
Charles Bukowski