Jack London drinking his life awa… writing of strange and heroic men. Eugene O’Neill drinking himself o… while writing his dark and poetic works.

take a writer away from his typewr… and all you have left is the sickness which started him

sometimes I forget about him and h… innocence, almost idiotic, awkward… he liked walking over bridges and… to night I think about him, the wa… one felt space between his lines,…

this one always arrives at the wrong time a basically good sort I suppose an honest man

all the way from Mexico straight from the fields to 14 wins 13 by k.o. he was ranked #3

I feel gypped by dunces as if reality were the property of little men with luck and a headstart, and I sit in the cold

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…

he talked about Steinbeck and Tho… wrote like a cross between the two… and I lived in a hotel on Figuero… close to the bars and he lived further uptown in a s…

I pick up the skirt, I pick up the sparkling beads in black, this thing that moved once around flesh,

you sit on the couch with me tonight new woman. have you seen the

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...

keep remembering the horses under the moon keep remembering feeding the horse… sugar white oblongs of sugar

when I was in grammar school my parents were poor and in my lunch bag there was only a peanut butter sandwich.

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