Love Is a Dog from Hell Quotes

“The best of you
I like more than you think.
the others don't count
except that they have fingers and heads
and some of them eyes and most of them legs and all of them
good and bad dreams
and a way to go.”
― Charles Bukowski, Love Is a Dog from Hell

“She didn't do anything unusual. I only wanted her to.”
― Charles Bukowski, Love Is a Dog from Hell

“She has hurt fewer people than anybody I know, and if you look at it like that, well, she has created a better world, she has won.”
― Charles Bukowski, Love Is a Dog from Hell

“свършено е с храброто позьорство”
― Charles Bukowski, Love Is a Dog from Hell

“justice is everywhere and it's working”
― Charles Bukowski, Love Is a Dog from Hell

“Vallejo”
― Charles Bukowski, Love is a Dog from Hell

“atlar koşuyor ve
o kilometrelerce uzakta
bir budalayla
gülüyor

Bach ve hidrojen bombası
ve o kilometrelerce uzakta
bir budalayla
gülüyor

bankacılık sistemi
tampon krikosu
Venedik'teki gondollar
ve o kilometrelerce uzakta
bir budalayla
gülüyor

tam olarak bir merdiven
görmemiş olabilirsin henüz
(her basamak sana ayrı
bakar)
ve dışarda
gazeteci çocuk
ölümsüz görünür
arabalar
güneşin altında
düşman gibi geçerken
ve delirmenin
neden bu kadar zor olduğunu
merak edersin-
henüz
delirmemişsen

bugüne kadar
merdivene benzeyen bir merdiven
görmedin
kapı kulpuna benzeyen bir
kapı kulpu
ve böyle sesler

ve örümcek yuvasından çıkıp
sonunda
sana baktığında
ondan nefret etmezsin
o kilometrelerce uzakta
bir budalayla
gülerken.”
― Charles Bukowski, Love Is a Dog from Hell

“sevme yeteneğin varsa
önce kendini sev,
fakat hiçbir zaman tam bir
yenilgi olasılığını göz ardı etme,
yenilginin nedeni sana
yanlışlık ya da doğru gelse de-

ölümün tadına erken bakmak
kötü bir şey olmayabilir.”
― Charles Bukowski, Love Is a Dog from Hell

“arabasına doğru yürüdü.
kapıyı kapattım.
ne istediğini biliyordu ve o ben
değildim.

bu tür çok kadın
tanıyordum.”
― Charles Bukowski, Love Is a Dog from Hell

“alone with everybody

the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but they keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.

there’s no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.

nobody ever finds
the one.

the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill
nothing else
fills.”
― Charles Bukowski, Love Is a Dog from Hell

“what they want,

Vallejo writing about
loneliness while starving to
death;
Van Gogh’s ear rejected by a
whore;
Rimbaud running off to Africa
to look for gold and finding
an incurable case of syphilis;
Beethoven gone deaf;
Pound dragged through the streets
in a cage;
Chatterton taking rat poison;
Hemingway’s brains dropping into
the orange juice;
Pascal cutting his wrists
in the bathtub;
Artaud locked up with the mad;
Dostoevsky stood up against a wall;
Crane jumping into a boat propeller;
Lorca shot in the road by Spanish
troops;
Berryman jumping off a bridge;
Burroughs shooting his wife;
Mailer knifing his.
– that’s what they want:
a God damned show
a lit billboard
in the middle of hell.
that’s what they want,
that bunch of
dull
inarticulate
safe
dreary
admirers of
carnivals.”
― Charles Bukowski, Love Is a Dog from Hell

“An Almost Made Up Poem
I see you drinking
at a fountain
with tiny blue hands,
no, your hands are not tiny
they are small,
and the fountain is in France
where you wrote me that last letter and
I answered
and never heard from you again.

You used to write insane poems
about ANGELS AND GOD,
all in upper case,
and you knew famous artists
and most of them were your lovers,
and I wrote back,
it’ all right,
go ahead,
enter their lives,
I’ not jealous because we’ never met.

We got close once in New Orleans,
one half block,
but never met,
never touched.

So you went with the famous
and wrote about the famous,
and, of course, what you found out
is that the famous are worried
about their fame –– not the beautiful
young girl in bed with them,
who gives them that,
and then awakens in the morning
to write upper case poems
about ANGELS AND GOD.

We know God is dead,
they’ told us,
but listening to you
I wasn’t sure.

Maybe it was the upper case.
You were one of the best female poets
and I told the publishers and editors:
“Her, print her, she’ mad but she’ magic.
There’ no lie in her fire.”

I loved you like a man loves a woman
he never touches,
only writes to,
keeps little photographs of.

I would have loved you more
if I had sat in a small room
rolling a cigarette and listened to you
piss in the bathroom,
but that didn’ happen.

Your letters got sadder.
Your lovers betrayed you.
Kid, I wrote back, all lovers betray.
It didn’ help.

You said you had a crying bench
and it was by a bridge
and the bridge was over a river
and you sat on the crying bench
every night
and wept for the lovers
who had hurt and forgotten you.

I wrote back but never heard again.
A friend wrote me of your suicide
3 or 4 months after it happened.

If I had met you
I would probably have been unfair to you
or you to me.

It was best like this.”
― Charles Bukowski, Love Is a Dog from Hell

“We are all trapped by a singular fate, nobody ever finds the one, the city dumps fill, the junkyards fill, the madhouses fill, the hospitals fill, the graveyards fill, nothing else fills”
― Charles Bukowski , Love Is a Dog from Hell

“She's always high
in heels
spirit
pills
booze”
― Charles Bukowski, Love Is A Dog From Hell: Poems, 1974-1977

“She has saved me from everything that is not here.”
― Charles Bukowski, Love is a Dog from Hell

“I drive around the streets
an inch away from weeping,
ashamed of my sentimentality and
possible love.

A confused old man driving in the rain
wondering where the good luck
went.”
― Charles Bukowski, Love Is a Dog from Hell

“A crane can't buy a piece of ass

Or

hang itself at noon
in Monterey
Those are some of
the things

Humans can do
Besides
stand on one leg”
― Charles Bukowski, Love Is a Dog from Hell

“she’s trying on a new hat and looks more the coquette than ever. she is a child and a mannequin and death.”
― Charles Bukowski, Love is a Dog from Hell

“people just are not good to each other
one on one.

the rich are not good to the rich
the poor are not good to the poor.

we are afraid.

our educational system tells us
that we can all be
big-ass winners.

it hasn't told us
about the gutters
or the suicides.

or the terror of one person
aching in one place
alone

untouched
unspoken to

watering a plant.

people are not good to each other.
people are not good to each other.
people are not good to each other.

I suppose they never will be.
I don't ask them to be.

but sometimes I think about
it.”
― Charles Bukowski, Love Is a Dog from Hell