#1973 #AmericanWriters #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame #CrucifixInADeathhand
the cockroach crouched against the tile while I was pissing and as I turned my head he hauled his butt
I got a letter in the mail. It was addressed from Hollywood. Dear Chinaski: I’ve just read almost all your books. I work as a typist in a place on Cherokee Ave. I’ve hung your picture i...
Curly Wagner picked out Morris Moscowitz. It was after school and eight or ten of us guys had heard about it and we walked out behind the gym to watch. Wagner laid down the rules, “We f...
I went with two ladies down to Venice to look for antique furniture. I parked in back of the store and went in with them.
I took Tammie. We got there a little early and went to a bar across the street. We got a table. “Now don’t drink too much, Hank. You know how you slur your words and miss your lines whe...
old grey-haired waitresses in cafes at night have given it up, and as I walk down sidewalks of light and look into windows
in the hospitals and jails it’s the worst in madhouses it’s the worst in penthouses
I stayed five days and nights. Then I couldn’t get it up any more. Joanna drove me to the airport. She had bought me a new piece of luggage and some new clothing. I hated that Dallas-Fo...
has been going on for some time. there is this young waitress where… at the racetrack. how are you doing today?” she asks… winning pretty good,” I reply.
Our 30 minutes was now devoted to scheme training. They gave us each a deck of cards to learn and stick into pur cases. To pass the scheme you had to throw 100 cards in 8 minutes or les...
Two mornings later, at 4 am, somebody beat on the door. I let Tammie in. She sat down and I opened a couple of beers. “I’ve got bad breath, I have these two bad teeth. You can’t kiss me...
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
He hinted at times that I was a bastard and I told him to listen to Brahms, and I told him to learn to paint and drink and not be dominated by women and dollars but he screamed at me, F...
it was up in San Francisco after my poetry reading. it had been a nice crowd I had gotten my money I had this place upstairs
escape from the black widow spider is a miracle as great as art. what a web she can weave slowly drawing you to her she’ll embrace you