#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
the dead can sleep they don’t get up and rage they don’t have a wife. her white face like a flower in a closed
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
Marina Louise, Fay named the child. So there it was, Marina Louise Chinaski. In the crib by the window. Looking up at the tree leafs and bright designs whirling on the ceiling. Then she...
yes, they begin out in a willow, I… the starch mountains begin out in… and keep right on going without re… pumas and nectarines somehow these mountains are like
sleepy now at 4 a.m. hear the siren of a white ambulance,
After 3 years I made “regular.” That meant holiday pay (subs didn’t get paid for holidays) and a 40 hour week with 2 days off. The Stone was also forced to assign me as relief man to 5 ...
you have to have it or the walls w… in. you have to give everything up, th… away, everything away. you have to look at what you look…
The rainy season began. Most of the money went for drink so my shoes had holes in the soles and my raincoat was torn and old. In any steady downpour I got quite wet, and I mean wet-down...
At 3:30 a.m. my twelve hours were… I set the alarm so that I would b… “What happened, Hank? We thought… “I’m quitting.” “Quitting?” “Yes, you can’t blame a man for wa…
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.”
the kid went back to New York Cit… he met in a kibbutz. he left his mother at the age of 32, a well-kept fellow, sense of h… wore the same pair of shorts
god I got the sad blue blues, this woman sat there and she said are you really Charles Bukowski?
live alone in a small room and read the newspapers and sleep alone in the dark dreaming of crowds.
you won’t see them often for wherever the crowd is they are not. those odd ones, not
I awakened to dryness and the fern… the potted plants yellow as corn; my woman was gone and the empty bottles like bled co… surrounded me with their uselessne…