#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
god I got the sad blue blues, this woman sat there and she said are you really Charles Bukowski?
I’m not going to die easy; I’ve sat on your suicide beds in some of the worst holes in America,
he said, “I was working in Hollyw… working in Hollywood and he was the worst: he was too drunk to sta… end of the afternoon and so I had… into a taxi
I cut the middle fingernail of the… finger right hand real short and I began rubbing along her cunt
I awakened to dryness and the fern… the potted plants yellow as corn; my woman was gone and the empty bottles like bled co… surrounded me with their uselessne…
So I took the exam, passed it, took the physical, passed it, and there I was—a substitute mail carrier. It began easy. I was sent to West Avon Station and it was just like Christmas exc...
she writes: you’ll be moaning and groaning in your poems about how I fucked those 2 guys last week.
The first three or four days at Mears-Starbuck were identical. In fact, similarity was a very dependable thing at Mears-Starbuck. The caste system was an accepted fact. There wasn’t a s...
Two nights later I went over to Tammie’s place on Rustic Court. I knocked. The lights weren’t on. It seemed empty. I looked in her mailbox. There were letters in there. I wrote a note, ...
is an orange animal with hand grenades fire power
he sat naked and drunk in a room o… night, running the blade of the kn… under his fingernails, smiling, th… of all the letters he had received telling him that
That night I took Tammie to the harness races. We went upstairs to the second deck and sat down. I brought her a program and she stared at it a while. (At the harness races, past perfor...
horses running with her miles away laughing with a fool Bach and the hydrogen bomb
what’s bad about all this is watching people drinking coffee and waiting. I would
this Friday night the Mexican girls at the Catholic… look especially good their husbands are in the bars and the Mexican girls look young