#AmericanWriters
the bulls are grand as the side of… and although they kill them for th… it is the bull that burns the fire… and although there are cowardly bu… there are cowardly matadors and co…
what’s bad about all this is watching people drinking coffee and waiting. I would
he carried a piece of carbon, a blade and a whip and at night he feared his head and covered it with blankets
a symphony orchestra. there is a thunderstorm, they are playing a Wagner overture and the people leave their seats u… and run inside to the pavilion
god I got the sad blue blues, this woman sat there and she said are you really Charles Bukowski?
Back at Chelsey High it was the same. One group of seniors had graduated but they were replaced by another group of seniors with sports cars and expensive clothes. I was never confronte...
I am hung by a nail the sun melts my heart I am cousin to the snake
a girlfriend came in built me a bed scrubbed and waxed the kitchen flo… scrubbed the walls vacuumed
There were continual fights. The teachers didn’t seem to know anything about them. And there was always trouble when it rained. Any boy who brought an umbrella to school or wore a rainc...
I was always a natural slob I liked to lay upon the bed in undershirt (stained, of course) (and with cigarette holes)
I wait on life like a pregnancy, p… the gut but all I hear now is the piano slamming its teeth throu… brain
But the next morning it was the sa… “That’s all, Chinaski. Nothing fo… It went on for a week. I sat ther… Then Bobby Hansen, one of the old… “I don’t care. I’m not kissing hi…
beheaded in the middle of the night scratching my sides I am covered with bites kick my white legs out of the shee…
at exactly 12:00 midnight 1973-74 Los Angeles it began to rain on the palm leaves outside my window
these things that we support most… have nothing to do with up, and we do with them out of boredom or fear or money or cracked intelligence;