#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I was fairly drunk when it began and I took out my bottle and… along the way. I was reading a wee… Kandel and I did not look quite a… pretty but
in the winter walking on my ceiling my eyes the size of street… I have 4 feet like a mouse but wash my own underwear—bearded and hungover and a hard-on and no lawy…
this one always arrives at the wrong time a basically good sort I suppose an honest man
do not b other the beagle lying th… away from grass and flowers and pa… dreaming dogdreams, or perhaps dre… nothing, as men do awake; yes, leave him be, in that simple…
you’re a beast, she said your big white belly and those hairy feet. you never cut your nails and you have fat hands
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
When I awakened it was 1:30 pm. I took a bath, got dressed, checked the mail. A letter from a young man in Glendale. "Dear Mr. Chinaski: I am a young writer and I think that I am a good...
by God, I don’t know what to do. they’re so nice to have around. they have a way of playing with the balls
I can remember starving in a small room in a strange city shades pulled down, listening to classical music I was young I was so young it hur…
I went to this place to see a movi… on tv Alexander the Great, and here come the armies ta ta ta
That night I gave another bad reading. I didn’t care. They didn’t care. If John Cage could get one thousand dollars for eating an apple, I’d accept $500 plus air fare for being a lemon....
I know that some night in some bedroom soon my fingers will rift
she writes continually like a long nozzle spraying the air,
Sara was preparing the turkey dressing and I sat in the kitchen talking to her. We were both sipping white wine. The phone rang. I went and got it. It was Debra. “I just wanted to wish ...
there is always that space there just before they get to us that space that fine relaxer the breather