#AmericanWriters
sleepy now at 4 a.m. hear the siren of a white ambulance,
cigarettes wetted with beer from the night before you light one gag open the door for air
sitting with the professors we talk about Allen Tate and John Crow Ransom the rugs are clean and the coffeetables shine
We ran up the long ramp. I was ca… At the escalator Tammie saw the f… “Please,” I said, “we only have f… “I want Dancy to have the money.” “All right.”
consistency is terrific: shark-mouth grubby interior with an almost perfect body, long blazing hair—
The first three or four days at Mears-Starbuck were identical. In fact, similarity was a very dependable thing at Mears-Starbuck. The caste system was an accepted fact. There wasn’t a s...
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...
twitching in the sheets— to face the sunlight again, that’s clearly trouble. I like the city better when the
know. I know. they are limited, have different needs and concerns. but I watch and learn from them.
like the fox run with the hunted and if I’m not the happiest man on earth
I’m big I suppose that’s why my women alwa… small but this 6 foot goddess who deals in real estate
There was death in that place on the hill. I knew it the first day I walked out the screen door and into the backyard. A zing– ing binging buzzing whining sound came right at me: 10,000...
Mongolian coasts shining in light, listen to the pulse of the sun, the tiger is the same to all of us and high oh so high on the branch
as the spirit wanes the form
a house with 7 or 8 people living in it getting up the rent. there’s a stereo never used and a set of bongos