#AmericanWriters #1973 #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame #CrucifixInADeathhand
the history of melancholia includes all of us. me, I writhe in dirty sheets while staring at blue walls and nothing.
sitting on a 2nd-floor porch at 1:… while looking out over the city. could be worse. we needn’t accomplish great things…
there’s Barry in his ripped walkin… he’s on Thorazine is 24 looks 38 lives with his mother in the same
this head like a saucer decorated with everything as lip to lip we hang in mechanical joy; my hands blaze with arias
Soon after that I made regular and that gave me an 8 hour night, which beat 12, and pay for holidays. Of the 150 or 200 that had come in, there were only two of us left. Then I met Davi...
Meanwhile, things went on. I had a long run of luck at the racetrack. I began to feel confident out there. You went for a certain profit each day, somewhere between 15 and 40 bucks. You...
he carried a piece of carbon, a blade and a whip and at night he feared his head and covered it with blankets
one of the first actors to play Ta… Motion Picture Home. he’d been there for years waiting… he spent much of his time running in and out of the wards
bluebird there’s a bluebird in my heart tha… wants to get out but I’m too tough for him, say, stay in there, I’m not going
the hearse comes through the room… the beheaded, the disappeared, the… mad. the flies are a glue of sticky pas… their wings will not
sleepy now at 4 a.m. hear the siren of a white ambulance,
I used to know a dutchman in a Ph… he’d take 3 raw eggs in his beer, 71, still working, strong,
I get many phonecalls now. They are all alike. “are you Charles Bukowski, the writer?” “yes,” I tell them.
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…
in the slow Mexican air I watched… and they cut off his ear, and his… no more terror than a rock. driving back the next day we stopp… and watched the golden red and blu…