#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
is an orange animal with hand grenades fire power
it’s the same as before or the other time or the time before that. here’s a cock and here’s a cunt
That evening I started drinking. It wasn’t going to be easy without Katherine. I found some things she had left behind—earrings, a bracelet. I’ve got to get back to the typewriter, I th...
we have everything and we have not… and some men do it in churches and some men do it by tearing butt… in half and some men do it in Palm Spring…
terrible arguments. and, at last, lying peacefully on her large bed which is spread in red with cool patterns o…
I made practice runs down to skid row to get ready for my future. I didn’t like what I saw down there. Those men and women had no special daring or brilliance. They wanted what everybod...
the men phone and ask me that. are you really Charles Bukowski the writer? they ask. I’m a sometimes writer, I say, most often I don’t do anything.
Every night was about the same. I’d drive along the coast looking for a place to have dinner. I wanted an expensive place that wasn’t too crowded. I developed a nose for those places. I...
have we gone wrong again? we laugh less and less, become more sadly sane. all we want is the absence of others.
murder the roaches spit out paper clips and the helicopter circles and cir… smelling for blood
consistency is terrific: shark-mouth grubby interior with an almost perfect body, long blazing hair—
That evening after dinner Joanna produced some mescaline. “You ever tried this stuff?” Joanna had some paints and brushes and paper spread on the table. Then I remembered she was an art...
the lair of the hunted is hidden in the last place you’d ever look and even if you find it you won’t believe
I was editing a little magazine at the time, The Laxative Approach. I had two co-editors and we felt that we were printing the best poets of our time. Also some of the other kind. One o...
When Jonstone saw me the next 5 a.m. he spun in his swivel and his face and his shirt were the same color. But he said nothing. I didn’t care. I had been up to 2 a.m. drinking and screw...