Poetry Quote by Charles Bukowski — Inspiring Words on Life, Love & Wisdom

““my mother, poor fish,”

“Find what you love and let it kill you.”

“Beasts bounding through time.”

“we must bring”

“the gods seldom”

“I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: "Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming for me? I'll be ready.”

“This book is dedicated to those in life whom I have met and by virtue of those encounters, have helped to shape the content herein.”

“It was language I loved, not meaning. I liked poetry better when I wasn't sure what it meant. Eliot has said that the meaning of the poem is provided to keep the mind busy while the poem gets on with its work -- like the bone thrown to the dog by the robber so he can get on with his work. . . . Is beauty a reminder of something we once knew, with poetry one of its vehicles? Does it give us a brief vision of that 'rarely glimpsed bright face behind/ the apparency of things'? Here, I suppose, we ought to try the impossible task of defining poetry. No one definition will do. But I must admit to a liking for the words of Thomas Fuller, who said: 'Poetry is a dangerous honey. I advise thee only to taste it with the Tip of thy finger and not to live upon it. If thou do'st, it will disorder thy Head and give thee dangerous Vertigos.”

“The furies are at home”

“Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll;”

“All a poet can do today is warn.”