#Americans #XXCentury
here things are tough but they’re mostly always tough. basically I’m just trying to get a… with the female. when you first meet them their eyes
it beats love because there aren’t… wounds: in the morning she turns on the radio, Brahms or… or Stravinsky or Mozart. she boil… eggs counting the seconds out loud…
I watched the board and the 6 drop… after a first flash of 18 from a m… of 12...two minutes to post and a… kept jamming against my back, but… I bet 20 to win and walked out to…
I found a room on Temple Street in the Filipino district. It was $3.50 a week, upstairs on the second floor. I paid the landlady—a middle-aged blond—a week’s rent. The toilet and tub we...
Hugo Wolf went mad while eating a… and writing his 253rd song; it was… April and the worms came out of th… humming Tannhäuser, and he spilled… with his ink, and his blood fell o…
they laugh continually even when a board falls down and destroys a face or distorts a
when Whitman wrote, “I sing the b… I know what he meant I know what he wanted:
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...
they called Céline a Nazi they called Pound a fascist they called Hamsun a Nazi and a f… they put Dostoevsky in front of a… squad
twitching in the sheets— to face the sunlight again, that’s clearly trouble. I like the city better when the
I get many phonecalls now. They are all alike. “are you Charles Bukowski, the writer?” “yes,” I tell them.
ask the sidewalk painters of Paris ask the sunlight on a sleeping dog ask the 3 pigs ask the paperboy ask the music of Donizetti
vain vanilla ladies strutting while van Gogh did it to himself. girls pulling on silk hose
once we were young at this machine. . . drinking
one of the terrible things is really being in bed night after night with a woman you no longer