#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
I get many phonecalls now. They are all alike. “are you Charles Bukowski, the writer?” “yes,” I tell them.
as the orchid dies and the grass goes insane, let’s have one for the los… met an old man and a tired whore
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...
here I’ll be 55 in a week. what will I write about
he drank wine all night of the 28th, and he kept thinking of her: the way she walked and talked and… the way she told him things that s… but were not, and he knew the colo…
you know what Li Po said when ask… Artist or Rich? I’d rather be Rich,” he replied,… sitting on the doorsteps of the Rich.”
I took the envelope home to my mother and handed it to her and walked into the bedroom. My bedroom. The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even ...
she was a short one getting fat and she had once been beautiful and she drank the wine she drank the wine in bed and
Born like this Into this As the chalk faces smile As Mrs. Death laughs As the elevators break
the 3 horse clipped the heels of the 7, they both went down and the 9 stumbled over them, jocks rolling, horses’ legs flung skyward.
it is the man you’ve never seen wh… keeps you going, the one who might arrive someday. he isn’t out on the streets or
take a writer away from his typewr… and all you have left is the sickness which started him
When I awakened a few hours later, Tanya was not in the bed. It was only 9 am. I found her sitting on the couch drinking out of a pint of whiskey. “I always get up at noon. We’re going ...
he met her at the racetrack, a str… blonde with round hips, well-bosom… turned-up nose, flower mouth, in a… wearing white high-heeled shoes. she began asking him questions abo…
this time has finished me. I feel like the German troops whipped by snow and the communists walking bent with newspapers stuffed into