#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
if you’re going to try, go all the way. otherwise, don’t even start. if you’re going to try, go all the way.
in the hospitals and jails it’s the worst in madhouses it’s the worst in penthouses
my father was a practical man. he had an idea. you see, my son, he said, I can pay for this house in my lif… then it’s mine.
The next time you listen to Borod… remember he was just a chemist who wrote music to relax; his house was jammed with peor e: students, artists, drunkards, bur…
Within a day or two, about 1 pm in the afternoon there was a knock at my door. It was a painter, Monty Riff, or so he informed me. He also told me that I used to get drunk with him when...
my grandmother had a serious gas problem. we only saw her on Sunday. she’d sit down to dinner and she’d have gas.
he talked about Steinbeck and Tho… wrote like a cross between the two… and I lived in a hotel on Figuero… close to the bars and he lived further uptown in a s…
it beats love because there aren’t… wounds: in the morning she turns on the radio, Brahms or… or Stravinsky or Mozart. she boil… eggs counting the seconds out loud…
Shirley came to town with a broken… and met the Chicano who smoked long slim cigars and they got a place together on Beacon street
at North Avenue 21 drunk tank you… there was always some guy who woul… way to the crapper and then you would curse him good,… he would know enough to either be…
Marina Louise, Fay named the child. So there it was, Marina Louise Chinaski. In the crib by the window. Looking up at the tree leafs and bright designs whirling on the ceiling. Then she...
a very miraculous thing just happe… my beerbottle flipped over backwar… and landed on its bottom on the fl… and I have set it upon the table t… but the photos were not so lucky t…
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 keep thinking it will be outside now waiting for me blue front bumper twisted
A week later I was driving down Hollywood Boulevard with Lydia. A weekly entertainment newspaper published in California at that time had asked me to write an article on the life of the...