Stop insisting on clearing your head — clear your fucking heart instead.
– Charles Bukowski, Selected Letters Vol. 4 (1987-1994)
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Bukowski
Mean It
So Sad
Yours, Bukowski
Eaten Up By Nothing
We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.
– Charles Bukowski, The Captain is Out to Lunch & the Sailors Have Taken Over the Ship
Quiet
the way to end a poem
like this
is to become suddenly
quiet.
– Charles Bukowski
A Love Like That
No Help For That
there is a place in the heart that
will never be filled
a space
and even during the
best moments
and
the greatest
times
we will know it
we will know it
more than
ever
there is a place in the heart that
will never be filled
and
we will wait
and
wait
in that
space.
– Charles Bukowski
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