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I tried to think of a witty title for this article, but I always came back to the same word. Drunk. That's Charles bukowski.



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Charles Bukowski – Drunk

I tried to think of a witty title for this article, but I always came back to the same word. Drunk. That's Charles bukowski.
Don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against drunks. Used to be one and enjoyed every moment of it. I think. But there is a point where this definition takes over everything else you do and becomes an entity of its own. And this is where Charles bukowski lives.
An intellectual says a simple thing in a hard way. An artist says a hard thing in a simple way."

The question I am asking myself is whether the image of the drunk is not impairing our judgment and giving us a more romantic view of the work. I have asked myself that question often and the answer was always; are you crazy? Have you READ his work? He's brilliant.
Time called Bukowski a "laureate of American lowlife"
He is brilliant. I have to admit. Even when he is going on and on about how drunk he is. He is brilliant when he describes vomit, when he tells of his despair and frustration in his dayjob, and when he is just rambling on about something that you might understand if you read it while being….well…drunk.

Some people never go crazy.
What truly horrible lives they must lead."

Bukowski was one of the first who actually spoke to us at eye level, like a human being to another human being , and not like an author to the 'dear reader' and that was his charm, or speaking his mind without the usual filters and buffers society is imposing on us. Unless we are drunk, and piss on society.


Do you hate people? I don't hate them...I just feel better when they're not around."


Time called Bukowski a "laureate of American lowlife"
Usually I disregard what the time says, especially as I know some of the contributing writers and their mentality, but in this case they got it profoundly right without even meaning it, as bukowski was indeed an American lowlife, American being the key word. He was a symbol of an America that they were not too proud of, the America that waits for the factory whistle to blow so they can go get drunk. Not drink, get drunk. Bukowski only took it one step further, that is all.

Sometimes you just have to pee in the sink."

What I liked about bukowski, and that now seems to me more self indulgent than anything else, was the acceptance of this 'American lowlife' way of life, way of low, laying low, staying out of the way of decent society for as long as the booze last. It was defeatism at its worst, and he made absolutely marvelous poetic stories out of it.


There is a loneliness in this world so great
that you can see it in the slow movement of
the hands of a clock."


He never tried to make a purse out of a sow's ear, he wasn’t even trying to polish a turd, he was just there, drunk, looking at us, trying not to look at himself, and gave us all that he didn’t have. That was bukowski, and that is why, lowlife or no lowlife, drunk or no drunk, he is bukowski.


Shipkey, when intoxicated always wanted, for some reason, to make people believe he had a glass eye. He would point to one eye or the other and maintain it was a glass eye.

He claimed the glass eye was made for him by his father, the greatest specialist in the world, who had, unfortunately, been killed by a tiger in China."