#Americans #XXCentury #1973 #AtTerrorStreetAndAgonyWay #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame
I took Tanya to the airport the next af… “I’ll write you,” said Tanya. “All right.” “Do you think I’m a chippy?” “No. You love sex and there’s nothing w…
#1978 #Women
Then I was called down to personnel at… Then. “Mr. Chinaski?” this voice said. “Yeh,” I said. “Step in.” The man walked me back to a desk. There…
#1971 #PostOffice
a symphony orchestra. there is a thunderstorm, they are playing a Wagner overture and the people leave their seats under t… and run inside to the pavilion
I pick up the skirt, I pick up the sparkling beads in black, this thing that moved once around flesh,
#1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
at the track today, Father’s Day, each paid admission was entitled to a wallet and each contained a
At 3:30 a.m. my twelve hours were up. A… I set the alarm so that I would be at t… “What happened, Hank? We thought maybe… “I’m quitting.” “Quitting?” “Yes, you can’t blame a man for wanting…
red hair real she whirled it and she asked “is my ass still on?”
#1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
I went to my place, started drinking. I snapped on the radio and found some classical music. I got my Coleman lantern out of the closet. I turned out the lights and sat playing with the...
there are many single women in the world with one or two or three children and one wonders where the husbands have gone or where the lovers have gone
I have just spent one—hour—and—a—half handicapping tomorrow’s card. when am I going to get at the poems? well, they’ll just have to wait
Lydia liked parties. And Harry was a party-giver. So we were on our way to Harry Ascot’s. Harry was the editor of Retort, a little magazine. His wife wore long see-through dresses, show...
An old man asked me for a cigarette and I carefully dealt out two. Been lookin’ for job. Gonna stand in the sun and smoke.” He was close to rags and rage
she sits on the floor going through a cardboard box reading me love letters I have written h… while her 4 year old daughter lies on th… wrapped in a pink blanket and
#1973 #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame
a woman, a tire that’s flat, a disease, a desire: fears in front of you, fears that hold so still
these things that we support most well have nothing to do with up, and we do with them out of boredom or fear or money or cracked intelligence;