"Bu dünyada öyle büyük bir yalnızlık var ki,
onu saatin ibrelerinin ağır hareketlerinde görebilirsiniz."
Charles Bukowski,
Love Is a Dog from Hell
Charles Bukowski
"Bu dünyada öyle büyük bir yalnızlık var ki,
onu saatin ibrelerinin ağır hareketlerinde görebilirsiniz."
Love Is a Dog from Hell
"Bu dünyada öyle büyük bir yalnızlık var ki,
onu saatin ibrelerinin ağır hareketlerinde görebilirsiniz."
Charles Bukowski,
Love Is a Dog from Hell
Alıntılar-II
Life is for each man a solitary cell whose walls are mirrors. (Eugene O’Neill)
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Ne garip değil mi? Düşmanı sadece ölünce kendimize benzetiyoruz. (Dağ filminden)
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Sensitivity is the ego looking for pain. Be emotional, not sensitive. (Reddit)
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Birinci kuşak kurar, ikinci kuşak yönetir, üçüncü kuşak sanat tarihi okur. (Otto von
Bukowski :
“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.”
(hepimiz öleceğiz, hepimiz, ne sirk! bunu bilmek birbirimizi daha çok sevmemiz için yeterli bir neden olmalı, ama değil. son derece önemsiz şeyler bizi dehşete sürükleyip dümdüz ediyor, yutuyor.)
"You have to be lucky with women, because you mostly meet them by chance. If you turn right around this corner, you meet that woman, if you turn left, you meet that woman. Love has a form of chance."
-Charles Bukowski
"Kadınlar konusunda şanslı olmalısınız, çünkü çoğunlukla tesadüfen karşılaşıyorsunuz. Bu köşeden sağa dönerseniz o kadınla, sola dönerseniz o kadınla karşılaşırsınız. Aşkın bir şansı vardır."
Home,Hotel,Hospital,Hospitality.
When Charles Bukowski said A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover, and Franz Kafka wrote to Milena I’m thinking only of my illness and my health, though both, the first as well as the second, are you. Charles Bukowski 
Franz Kafka
“Love is a form of prejudice. You love what you need, you love what makes you feel good, you love what suits you.”
- Charles Bukowski
he drank wine all night of the 28th,
and he kept thinking of her:
the way she walked and talked and loved
the way she told him things that seemed true but were not,
and he knew the color of each of her dresses and her shoes
he knew the stock and curve of each heel as well as the leg shaped by it.
and she was out again and when he came home,
and she'd come back with that special stink again, and she did she came in at 3 a.m in the morning filthy like a dung eating swine
and he took out a butchers knife and she screamed backing into the rooming house wall
still pretty somehow in spite of love's reek and he finished the glass of wine.
that yellow dress his favorite and she screamed again.
and he took up the knife and unhooked his belt and tore away the cloth before her and cut off his balls.
and carried them in his hands like apricots and flushed them down the toilet bowl
and she kept screaming as the room became red GOD O GOD!
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?
Charles Bukowski
Cows in art class
good weather
is like good women
it doesn't always happen
and when it does
it doesn't always last.
man is more stable:
if he's bad
there's more chance he'll stay that way,
or if he's good he might hang on,
but a woman is changed by children
age diet conversation sex the moon
the absence or presence of sun or good times.
a woman must be nursed into subsistence by love where a man can become stronger by being hated.
Charles Bukowski