The Pleasures of the Damned - Charles Bukowski [83]
so now? (Betting on the Muse)
souls of dead animals, the (play the piano drunk…)
spring swan (The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over the Hills)
starve, go mad, or kill yourself (uncollected)
strangest sight you ever did see—, the (Love Is a Dog from Hell)
summation, a (The Flash of Lightning Behind the Mountain)
sun coming down (The People Look Like Flowers at Last)
Sunday lunch at the Holy Mission (What Matters Most Is How Well You Walk Through the Fire)
tabby cat (What Matters Most Is How Well You Walk Through the Fire)
talkers, the (Burning in Water, Drowning in Flame)
talking to my mailbox (War All the Time)
TB (The Night Torn Mad with Footsteps)
there (Bone Palace Ballet)
they, all of them, know (Burning in Water, Drowning in Flame)
those marvelous lunches (Betting on the Muse)
thoughts from a stone bench in Venice (uncollected)
threat to my immortality, a (Mockingbird Wish Me Luck)
3:16 and one half…(Mockingbird Wish Me Luck)
time to remember, a (The Night Torn Mad with Footsteps)
tired in the afterdusk (Septuagenarian Stew)
to lean back into it (What Matters Most Is How Well You Walk Through the Fire)
to night (Love Is a Dog from Hell)
tragedy of the leaves, the (Burning in Water, Drowning in Flame)
trash men, the (Burning in Water, Drowning in Flame)
trashcan lives (You Get So Alone at Times That It Just Makes Sense)
Trollius and trellises (The Last Night of the Earth Poems)
turnabout (Love Is a Dog from Hell)
twilight musings (Come On In!)
2 Outside, As Bones Break in My Kitchen (The Rooming house Madrigals)
upon reading an interview with a best-selling novelist in our metropolitan daily newspaper (sifting through the madness…)
vacancy (Mockingbird Wish Me Luck)
Van Gogh (What Matters Most Is How Well You Walk Through the Fire)
Verdi (uncollected)
veryest, the (uncollected)
was Li Po wrong? (Come On In!)
we ain’t got no money, honey, but we got rain (The Last Night of the Earth Poems)
what a man I was (The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over the Hills)
what? (What Matters Most Is How Well You Walk Through the Fire)
when Hugo Wolf went mad—(The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over the Hills)
when you wait for the dawn to crawl through the screen like a burglar to take your life away (The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over the Hills)
where was Jane? (The Night Torn Mad with Footsteps)
white dog (What Matters Most Is How Well You Walk Through the Fire)
who in the hell is Tom Jones? (Love Is a Dog from Hell)
who needs it? (sifting through the madness…)
wine of forever, the (You Get So Alone at Times That It Just Makes Sense)
woman on the street (Betting on the Muse)
world’s greatest loser, the (Mockingbird Wish Me Luck)
wrong way, the (The Night Torn Mad with Footsteps)
young lady who lives in Canoga Park, the (uncollected)
young man on the bus stop bench, the (What Matters Most Is How Well You Walk Through the Fire)
About the Author
CHARLES BUKOWSKI is one of America’s best-known contemporary writers of poetry and prose, and, many would claim, its most influential and imitated poet. He was born in Andernach, Germany, to an American soldier father and a German mother in 1920, and brought to the United States at the age of three. He was raised in Los Angeles and lived there for fifty years. He published his first story in 1944, when he was twenty-four, and began writing poetry at the age of thirty-five. He died in San Pedro, California, on March 9, 1994, at the age of seventy-three, shortly after completing his last novel, Pulp (1994).
During his lifetime he published more than forty-five books of poetry and prose, including the novels Post Office (1971), Ham on Rye (1982), and Hollywood (1989). Among his most recent books are the posthumous editions of What Matters Most Is How Well You Walk Through the Fire: New Poems (1999), Open All Night: New Poems (2000), Beerspit Night and Cursing: The Correspondence of Charles Bukowski and Sheri Martinelli, 1960–1967 (2001), Night Torn Mad with Footsteps: New Poems (2001), sifting through the madness for