I was casing next to G.G. early one morning. That’s what they called him: G.G. His actual name was George Greene. But for years he was simply called G.G. and after a while he looked lik...

we talk about this film: Cagney fed this broad grapefruit faster than she could eat it and

he talks like he writes and he has a face like a dove, unt… externals. little shiver of horror runs throu… about

to be writing poetry at the age of… like a schoolboy, surely, I must be crazy; racetracks and booze and arguments with the landlord;

got into my BMW and drove down to… pick up my American Express Gold… told the girl at the desk what I wanted. you’re Mr. Chinaski,” she

absolutely sesamoid said the skeleton shoving his chalky foot upon my desk, and that was it,

I forget the beginning time. 6 or 7 p.m. Something like that. All you did was sit with a handful of letters, take a streetmap and figure your run. It was easy. All the drivers took much...

we take what we can see— the engines driving us mad, lovers finally hating; this fish in the market staring upward into our minds;

she’s young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankles, and look at my wrists, I have pret… wrists

don’t worry about rejections, pard… I’ve been rejected before. sometimes you make a mistake, taki… the wrong poem

she pulled her dress off over her head and I saw the panties indented somewhat into the crotch.

this man sometimes forgets who he is. sometimes he thinks he’s the Pope. other times he thinks he’s a