#AmericanWriters
let me speak as a friend although the centuries hang between us and neither you nor I can see the moon. be careful less the onion blind th…
In the betting line the other day man behind me asked, “are you Henry Chinaski?”
the other day I’m out at the track betting Early Bird that’s when you bet at the track before it opens)
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,
yesterday drunken Alice gave me a jar of fig jam and today she whistles
she’s from Texas and weighs 103 pounds and stands before the mirror combing oceans of reddish hair
I could see the road ahead of me. I was poor and I was going to stay poor. But I didn’t particularly want money. I didn’t know what I wanted. Yes, I did. I wanted someplace to hide out,...
It was 12 hours a night, plus supervisors, plus clerks, plus the fact that you could hardly breathe in that pack of flesh, plus stale baked food in the “non-profit” cafeteria. Plus the ...
you have to have it or the walls w… in. you have to give everything up, th… away, everything away. you have to look at what you look…
once starving in Philadelphia I had a small room it was evening going into night and I stood at my window on the 3r…
Again I was on a new route. The Stone always put me on hard routes, but now and then, due to the circumstances of things, he was forced to place me on one less murderous. Route 511 was ...
smoking a cigarette and noting a m… flattened out against the wall and died as organ music from centuries back… my black radio
I go to pick her up. she’s on some errand. she always has errands many things to do. I have nothing to do.
a house with 7 or 8 people living in it getting up the rent. there’s a stereo never used and a set of bongos
to be writing poetry at the age of… like a schoolboy, surely, I must be crazy; racetracks and booze and arguments with the landlord;