Bukowski Stories

Part of the work, which was not included in the first collection, will gain attention here. Talk about what's inside, not worth it. Just open. Leaf through. Take time to this work. It will give you food for thought. And stay human.

On May 3rd 1666 Isaac Newton made a discovery that changed the world. We haven't been told the full story of what really happened that fateful day under the apple tree. A funny, entertaining tale of madness, strangeness and a smattering of science.

Le cri des mouettes À Toulouse, Pilule et Mélissa discutent en bas de l'immeuble : -Je sais que tu peux te lever grosse pute. -Mais non, j'ai choppé une maladie à cause de le Ké j'te dis... - ça existe même pas une maladie où tu peux plus marcher à cause de la Ké, pov' conne. Pourquoi tu continues d'en prendre si c'est ça qui t'as mise en chaise roulante ? - Bah j'suis dépendante, mais je pense que ça pourra me guérir aussi. Pilule tend un billet de 50 balles à Mélissa qui l'inspecte avec un œil fermé, sous la lumière du jour, comme si le soleil était une lampe et comme si elle savait reconnaitre les faux billets. Elle froisse les 50 balles et les fout dans la poche gauche de son baggy pas assez large pour son embonpoint. Elle doit pousser avec son index pour bien l'enfoncer et être certaines qu'il tombe pas pendant qu'elle marche parce que ça lui est arrivé plein de fois de perdre sa thune comme ça.

some poems i wrote

A collection of my favorite poems by famous poets and unknown poets. Some poets who writing is included is Robert Frost and Charles Bukowski. And every once in a while I may post a short story I have written. I hope you enjoy.

A poem

I'd like u to make ur own meaning out of this poem

Silliness

Every week I will look for a postcard with an image on it and force myself to write a story that correlates with that photograph, small enough to fit on a postcard. You can find all the stories on my instagram @Boojorii . Today's postcard has a photograph on it made by Swiss photographer Stefan Rappo. I picked up this postcard on my trip to Paris where I visited the Centre Pompidou. It reminded me of a poem by Charles Bukowski called 'Hell is a Lonely place'. If you liked the photograph as much as I did, he has a new photography book out called 'TEZZ'.

I lay here restless.

Inspired by the writings of Charles Bukowski, The Angel & The Nihilist depicts an impromptu meeting in a Los Angeles bar between a depressed alcoholic and an emotional prostitute.

In this e-book you'll learn what to do in order to find the purpose of your life. Your own purpose - the purpose of Your own life. You'll realize that it is You and only You who can find out what is important to You. You'll acquire an ability to properly determine the goals, so that You will not lose any more time on the pursuit of something that eventually won't make You happy. You'll learn the secrets of the inner and outer motivation, which will allow You to overcome all hardships occuring on Your way leading to the realization of Your goals. You'll also learn how to build your motivation and what to do in order not to lose it. Furthermore, You'll see the importance of persistence, which won't let You fall and give up Your goals after facing temporary difficulties. You'll also acquire the ability to fuel Your belief in achieving success by learning the techniques of strengthening Your persistence. Don't allow Yourself to passively float on the ocean of life. Take the helm in Your hands, become the architect of Your own fortune and simply... be happy!!!

This poem was inspired by Charles Bukowski's poem "Cold Summer'. It is taking the same observational perspective of the time we have left. The thing that is more precious than gold or any other monetary value we place on physical items. Time is something we are gifted with but we don't know how much of it we have, but we seem to do a great job wasting a lot of it. Charles Bukowski's poem: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/browse?contentId=38986 Photo: https://unsplash.com/photos/0rTCXZM7Xfo

An ode to Bukowski and the act of writing, this poem explores themes of observation, imitation, and the flawed nature of equating age with wisdom. It reflects on the writer's personal experiences with arrogance and the limitations of experience without understanding. The poem uses a conversational tone, blending personal reflection with literary commentary, creating a raw and relatable piece.

A rollercoaster of emotions and changes I went through a year in a foreign country which keeps me motivated to keep growing and learning in my disdainful life.