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‎she’ mad but she’ magic. there’ no lie in her fire.

‎"she’ mad but she’ magic. there’ no lie in her fire.

Charles Bukowski
Lying, Fire, Mad
Charles Bukowski, “An Almost Made Up Poem”

I lie as truthfully as I can.

Charles Bukowski
Lying, I Can

when I was a boy I used to dream of becoming the village idiot. I used to lie in bed and imagine myself the happy idiot able to get food easily ...and easy sympathy, a planned confusion of not too much love or effort. some would claim that I have succeeded.

Charles Bukowski
Dream, Lying, Boys
Charles Bukowski (2009). “The Continual Condition: Poems”, p.4, Harper Collins

So, that’s what they wanted: lies. Beautiful lies. That’s what they needed. People were fools. It was going to be easy for me.

Charles Bukowski
Beautiful, Lying, People
Charles Bukowski (2001). “Ham On Rye”, p.87, Canongate Books

Sometimes a man doesn’t know what to do about things and sometimes it’s best to lie very still and try not to think at all about anything.

Charles Bukowski
Lying, Men, Thinking
Charles Bukowski (2015). “On Cats”, p.38, Canongate Books

Long ago, among other lies they were taught that silence was bravery.

Charles Bukowski
Lying, Long Ago, Silence
Charles Bukowski (2012). “The Pleasures of the Damned: Selected Poems 1951-1993”, p.440, Canongate Books

But then if you lied to a man about his talent just because he was sitting across from you, that was the most unforgivable lie of them all, because that was telling him to go on, to continue which was the worst way for a man without real talent to waste his life, finally. But many people did just that, friends and relatives mostly.

Charles Bukowski
Real, Lying, Men
Charles Bukowski (2007). “Women”, Ecco

in the cupboard sits my bottle like a dwarf waiting to scratch out my prayers. I drink and cough like some idiot at a symphony, sunlight and maddened birds are everywhere, the phone rings gamboling its sound against the odds of the crooked sea; I drink deeply and evenly now, I drink to paradise and death and the lie of love.

Charles Bukowski
Prayer, Lying, Drinking

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