#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I looked for a job all summer and couldn’t find one. Jimmy Hatcher caught on at an aircraft plant. Hitler was acting up in Europe and creating jobs for the unemployed. I had been with J...
The flies are angry bits of life; why are they so angry? it seems they want more, it seems almost as if they are angry
you know I sat on the same barstool in Phi… 5 years I drank canned heat and the cheape… I was beaten in alleys by well-fed…
In the betting line the other day man behind me asked, “are you Henry Chinaski?”
red summers and black satin charcoal and blood ringing the sheets while snails are stepped on and moths go batty
re-reading some of Fante’s The Wine of Youth in bed this mid-afternoon my big cat
half-past nowhere alone in the crumbling tower of myself stumbling in this the
I got up for a glass of water and as I walked into the kitchen I saw Picasso walk up to Joyce and lick her ankle. I was barefooted and she didn’t hear me. She had on high heels. She loo...
sometimes you climb out of bed in… I’m not going to make it, but you… remembering all the times you’ve f… you walk to the bathroom, do your… in the mirror, oh my oh my oh my,…
what you see is what you see: madhouses are rarely on display. that we still walk about and scratch ourselves and light
He hinted at times that I was a bastard and I told him to listen to Brahms, and I told him to learn to paint and drink and not be dominated by women and dollars but he screamed at me, F...
my goldfish stares with watery eye… into the hemisphere of my sorrow; upon the thinnest of threads we hang together, hang hang hang
he’s 17 . mother, he said, how do I crack an egg? all right, she said to me, you don… sit there looking like that.
Bobby and Valerie came by and I introduced everybody around. “Valerie and I are going to take a vacation and rent rooms by the seashore in Manhattan Beach,” said Bobby. “Why don’t you g...
I drank for the next week. I drank night and day and wrote 25 or 30 mournful poems about lost love. It was Friday night when the phone rang. It was Mercedes. “I got married,” she said, ...