#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
It was 3 or 4 days before I had to fly to Houston to give a reading. I went to the track, drank at the track, and afterwards I went to a bar on Hollywood Boulevard. I went home at 9 or ...
my first and only wife painted and she talked to me about it: it’s all so painful
I pick up the skirt, I pick up the sparkling beads in black, this thing that moved once around flesh,
you won’t see them often for wherever the crowd is they are not. those odd ones, not
On Thursday night Bobby phoned again. “Hey, man, what are you doing?” “Oh, come on, man, I’ll just stay for a few beers. . . .” “You treat him mean. He gets lonely when his wife is at w...
I laugh sometimes when I think ab… say Céline at a typewriter or Dostoevsky... or Hamsun...
went for a walk on Hollywood Boul… looked down and there was a large… walking beside me. his pace was exactly the same as m… we stopped at traffic signals toge…
if you’re a man, Los Angeles is w… battle; or if you’re a woman, and… the rest, you sail it against a mo… when you grow grey you can hide in… in a mansion so nobody can see how…
It was a Wednesday night, 12:30 am and I was very sick. My stomach was raw, but I managed to hold down a few beers. Tammie was with me and she seemed sympathetic. Dancy was at her grand...
Slipping keenly into bright ashes, target of vanilla tears your sure body lit candles for men on dark nights, and now your night is darker
the cockroach crouched against the tile while I was pissing and as I turned my head he hauled his butt
In the betting line the other day man behind me asked, “are you Henry Chinaski?”
these boys have got class they ought to make kings out of old men rolling cigarettes in rooms small enough
During the second and third grades I still didn’t get a chance to play baseball but I knew that somehow I was developing into a player. If I ever got a bat in my hands again I knew I wo...
drinking German beer and trying to come up with the immortal poem at 5 p.m. in the afternoon. but, ah, I’ve told the