they talk down through the centuries to us, and this we need more and more, the statues and paintings in midnight age

the waste of words continues with a stunning persistence as the waiter runs by carrying the loade… tray

oh, how worried they are about my soul! I get letters the phone rings... “are you going to be all right?”

Back in L.A., there was almost a week o… rang. It was the owner of a Manhattan B… “Chinaski, I want you to read a week fr… Rock groups played there. It was a diff… “Chinaski,” Marty said, "you think you…

big black beard tells me that I don’t feel terror I look at him

at the window I watch a man with a power mower the sounds of his doing race like flies and bees

once bought a toy rabbit at a department store and now he sits and ponders me with pink sheer eyes: He wants golf balls and glass

if I suffer at this typewriter think how I’d feel among the lettuce— pickers of Salinas?

The riots ended, the baby calmed down, a… One night I got up to get a drink of wa… When I sat down again, Chambers the sup… “Chinaski! You’ve finally hung yourself… Chambers had fallen on the floor in a fi…

feet of cheese coffeepot soul hands that hate poolsticks eyes like paperclips I prefer red wine