#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
this man used to be an interesting writer, he was able to say brisk and refreshing things. at the time
we were in bed and she started to fight: “you son of a bitch! you just wait… I’ll get you!” I began laughing:
I hear them outside: “does he always type this late?” “no, it’s very unusual.” “he shouldn’t type this
it’s the same as before or the other time or the time before that. here’s a cock and here’s a cunt
the lilies storm my brain by god by god like nazi storm troopers! do you think I’m going tizzy?
I’ve always had trouble with money. this one place I worked everybody ate hot dogs and potato chips
I met a genius on the train today about 6 years old, he sat beside me and as the train
you’re a beast, she said your big white belly and those hairy feet. you never cut your nails and you have fat hands
this kid used to teach at Kansas… then they moved him out he went to a bean factory then he and his wife moved to the… she got a job and worked while
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
I’ll settle for the 6 horse on a rainy afternoon a paper cup of coffee in my hand a little way to go,
oh, how worried they are about my soul! I get letters the phone rings... “are you going to be all right?”
In the betting line the other day man behind me asked, “are you Henry Chinaski?”
invent yourself and then reinvent… don’t swim in the same slough. invent yourself and then reinvent… and stay out of the clutches of medioc…
maybe I’ll win the Irish Sweepsta… maybe I’ll go nuts maybe Harcourt Brace will call or maybe unemployment insurance or rich lesbian at the top of a hill.