#AmericanWriters
“you know,” she said, “you were at the bar so you didn’t see but I danced with this guy. we danced and we danced close.
this is my piano. the phone rings and people ask, what are you doing? how about getting drunk with us? and I say,
sick with the flu drinking beer my radio on loud enough to overcome the sounds of the
the droll noon where squadrons of worms creep up like stripteasers to be raped by blackbirds. I go outside
I got lucky the next day. They called my name. It was a different doctor. I stripped down. He turned a hot white light on me and looked me over. I was sitting on the edge of the examina...
To end up alone in a tomb of a room without cigarettes or wine— just a lightbulb
the old L.A. Public Library burn… down that library downtown and with it went large part of my
When I awakened it was 1:30 pm. I took a bath, got dressed, checked the mail. A letter from a young man in Glendale. "Dear Mr. Chinaski: I am a young writer and I think that I am a good...
we tried to hide it in the house s… neighbors wouldn’t see. was difficult, sometimes we both h… be gone at once and when we return… there would be excreta and urine a…
they go on writing pumping out poems— young boys and college professors wives who drink wine all afternoon while their husbands work,
are we going to the movies or not? she asked him. all right, he said, let’s go. I’m not going to put any pan ties… so you can finger-fuck me in the
naked in that bright light the four horse falls and throws a 112-pound boy into the hooves
I see old people on pensions in th… supermarkets and they are thin and… proud and they are dying they are starving on their feet an… nothing. long ago, among other lie…
over my radio now comes the sound of a truly mad org… can see some monk drunk in a cellar mind gone or found,
you gotta have wars suppose World War One was the bes… really, you know, both sides were… they really had something to fight… they really thought they had somet…