#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
the phone rang at 1:30 a.m. and it was a man from Denver: “Chinaski, you got a following in Denver...” “yeah?”
Bach, I said, he had 20 children. he played the horses during the da… he f—ed at night and drank in the mornings. he wrote music in between.
dame some dogs who sleep at night must dream of bones and I remember your bones in flesh
Making love in the sun, in the mor… in a hotel room above the alley where poor men poke for bottles; making love in the sun
he’s a runt he snarls and scratches chases cars groans in his sleep and has a perfect star above each…
I was the last one off the plane and there was Joanna Dover. “Joanna, let’s have a Bloody Mary while we wait for my baggage. Oh hell, I don’t have any baggage. But let’s have a Bloody M...
they talk down through the centuries to us, and this we need more and more, the statues and paintings in midnight age
I went over the other day to pick up my daughter. her mother came out with workman’s overalls on. I gave her the child support money
he got knifed in broad daylight, c… holding his hands over his gut, dr… on the pavement. nobody waiting in line left their… he made it to the Mission doorway,…
you know I sat on the same barstool in Phi… 5 years I drank canned heat and the cheape… I was beaten in alleys by well-fed…
the blue pencil of the wave shots of yellow road a steering wheel an insane woman sitting next to you
look there. the one you considered killing you… for. you saw her the other day getting out of her car
That evening I started drinking. It wasn’t going to be easy without Katherine. I found some things she had left behind—earrings, a bracelet. I’ve got to get back to the typewriter, I th...
this time has finished me. I feel like the German troops whipped by snow and the communists walking bent with newspapers stuffed into
he sits all day at the bus stop at Sunset and Western his sleeping bag beside him. he’s dirty. nobody bothers him.