is the slim tall ear-ringed bedroom damsel dressed in a long gown

when I was in grammar school my parents were poor and in my lunch bag there was only a peanut butter sandwich.

Then Joyce wanted to go back to the city. For all the draw– backs, that little town, haircuts or not, beat city life. It was quiet. We had our own house. Joyce fed me well.) Plenty of m...

long ago he edited a little magazi… was up in San Francisco during the beat era during the reading-poetry-with-jaz… and I remember him because he neve…

I have just spent one—hour—and—a—h… handicapping tomorrow’s card. when am I going to get at the poem… well, they’ll just have to wait

you shoulda been at this party, I know you hate parties but you seem to be at most of them… anyhow, I took my girl, you know her—

if you can’t stand the heat, he sa… kitchen. you know who said that? Harry Truman. I’m not in the kitchen, I say, I’… oven.

what is it about lobsters and crab… those white-pink shells that always make me hungry just looking at them there in the butcher’s display case

I get many phonecalls now. They are all alike. “are you Charles Bukowski, the writer?” “yes,” I tell them.

as the spirit wanes the form

red face Texas and age he’s at an L.A. racetrack

self-congratulatory nonsense as th… famous gather to applaud their see… greatness you wonder where

at exactly 12:00 midnight 1973-74 Los Angeles it began to rain on the palm leaves outside my window

Somehow the money slipped away after that and soon I left the track and sat around in my apartment waiting for the 90 days’ leave to run out. My nerves were raw from the drinking and th...