Charles Bukowski
  1. There was nothing really as glorious as a good beer shit - I mean after drinking twenty or twenty-five beers the night before. The odor of a beer shit like that spread all around and stayed for a good hour-and-a-half. It made you realize that you were really alive.

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Alternate Name: Bukowski, Henry Charles
Occupation: American Novelist, Poet
Born: 1920-08-16 in Andernach, Germany
Died: March 9, 1994 in San Pedro, California
Henry Charles Bukowski (born Heinrich Karl Bukowski; August 16, 1920 March 9, 1994) was an American poet, novelist, and short story writer. His writing was heavily influenced by the geography and atmosphere of his home city of Los Angeles, and is marked by an emphasis on the ordinary lives of poor Americans, the act of writing, alcohol, relationships with women, and the drudgery of work. A very prolific author, Bukowski wrote thousands of poems, hundreds of short stories, and six novels, eventually having over 60 books in print. In 1986 Time called Bukowski a "laureate of American lowlife."[1]

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