#AmericanWriters #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
got into my BMW and drove down to… pick up my American Express Gold… told the girl at the desk what I wanted. you’re Mr. Chinaski,” she
my daughter is most glorious. we are eating a takeout snack in my car in Santa Monica.
the acute and terrible air hangs w… as summer birds mingle in the bran… and warble and mystify the clamor of the mind… an old parrot
rose red sunlight; take it apart in the garage like a puzzle:
in San Francisco the landlady, 80… Victrola up the stairway and I pl… until they beat on the walls. there was a large bucket in the ce… filled with beer and winebottles;
my goldfish stares with watery eye… into the hemisphere of my sorrow; upon the thinnest of threads we hang together, hang hang hang
first they used to, he told me, gun and bomb the elephants, you could hear their screams over… but you flew high to bomb the peop… you never saw it,
now the territory is taken, the sacrificial lambs have been sl… as history is scratched again on t… as the bankers scurry to survive, as the young girls paint their hun…
cleaned my place the other day first time in ten years and found 100 rejected poems: fastened them all to a clipboard much bad reading.
after the slaughter house there was a bar around the corner and I sat in there and watched the sun go down through the window,
when Whitman wrote, “I sing the b… I know what he meant I know what he wanted:
these boys have got class they ought to make kings out of old men rolling cigarettes in rooms small enough
sometimes I forget about him and h… innocence, almost idiotic, awkward… he liked walking over bridges and… to night I think about him, the wa… one felt space between his lines,…
the Egyptians loved the cat were often entombed with it instead of with the women and never with the dog but now
“It’s the manager, Freddy. He has started whistling this song. He’s whistling it when I come in in the morning and he never stops, and he’s whistling it when I go home at night. It’s be...