the boy walks with his muddy feet… soul talking about recitals, virtuosi,… the lesser known novels of Dostoev… talking about how he corrected a w…

they don’t make it the beautiful die in flame— suicide pills, rat poison, rope, w… ever... they rip their arms off,

Bruckner wasn’t bad even though he got down on his knees and proclaimed Wagner the master.

listening to Wagner as outside in the dark the wind bl… trees wave and shake lights go off and on the walls creak and the… bed...

feet of cheese coffeepot soul hands that hate poolsticks eyes like paperclips I prefer red wine

stew at noon, my dear; and look: the ants, the sawdust, the mica plants, the shadows of banks like bad jokes; do you think we’ll hear

one of Lorca’s best lines is, “agony, always agony ...” think of this when you

this time has finished me. I feel like the German troops whipped by snow and the communists walking bent with newspapers stuffed into

But the next morning it was the sa… “That’s all, Chinaski. Nothing fo… It went on for a week. I sat ther… Then Bobby Hansen, one of the old… “I don’t care. I’m not kissing hi…

I’ve always had trouble with money. this one place I worked everybody ate hot dogs and potato chips

That night I gave another bad reading. I didn’t care. They didn’t care. If John Cage could get one thousand dollars for eating an apple, I’d accept $500 plus air fare for being a lemon....

I don’t know how many bottles of b… I have consumed while waiting for… to get better. I don’t know how much wine and whi… and beer

she bent over the side of the bed and opened the portfolio along the side of the wall. we were drinking. she said, “you promised me these

Somehow the money slipped away after that and soon I left the track and sat around in my apartment waiting for the 90 days’ leave to run out. My nerves were raw from the drinking and th...