
I have gotten so used to melancholia
that I greet it like an old friend.
– Charles Bukowski –
Photography + poem + art

I have gotten so used to melancholia
that I greet it like an old friend.
– Charles Bukowski –

there must be a way.
surely there must be a way that we have not yet
thought of.
who put this brain inside of me?
it cries
it demands
it says that there is a chance.
it will not say
“no”.
– Charles Bukowski –

oh,“ I say, "what will it cost me?”
she lights her cigarette with
my lighter and looks at me
through the flame:
her eyes tell me.
– Charles Bukowski –
Ph : Teodora Petrova

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 them 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 …
Charles Bukowski – * alone with everybody *
Love Is a Dog from Hell

I drive around the streets
an inch away from weeping,
ashamed of my sentimentality and
possible love.
– Charles Bukowski – Love Is a Dog from Hell

don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
be on the watch.
there are ways out.
there is a light somewhere.
it may not be much light but
it beats the darkness.
be on the watch.
the gods will offer you chances.
know them.
take them.
you can’t beat death but
you can beat death in life, sometimes.
and the more often you learn to do it,
the more light there will be.
your life is your life.
know it while you have it.
you are marvelous
the gods wait to delight
in you.
– Charles Bukowski-

some moments are nice,
some are nicer,
some are even worth
writing about.
– Charles Bukowski –

there is a place in the heart that
will never be filled
and
we will wait
and
wait
in that space.
– Charles Bukowski –