Bukowski is a staunch atheist, as seen in some of his bleak poetry
For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can’t readily accept the God formula, the big answers don’t remain stone-written. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command or faith. I am my own God. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our education system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.
Charles Bukowski (From Life Magazine — December 1988
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Once we find ourselves lost of religion and purpose, the human mind seeks pleasure by any means of psychological manipulation. Using alcohol and pharmaceuticals we try to numb the pain of life