#AmericanWriters
red-eyed and dizzy as I the bird came flying all the way from Egypt at 5 o’clock in the morning, and Maria almost stumbled on her s…
good weather is like good women— it doesn’t always happen and when it does
I don’t know how it happens to people. I had child support, need for something to drink, rent, shoes, shirts, socks, all that stuff. Like everyone else I needed an old car, something to...
take a writer away from his typewr… and all you have left is the sickness which started him
there is always that space there just before they get to us that space that fine relaxer the breather
like in a chair the color of the s… as you listen to lazy piano music and the aircraft overhead are not at war. where the last drink is as good as
One night I was coming around the corner after sneaking down to the cafeteria for a pack of smokes. And there was a face I knew. It was Tom Moto! The guy I had subbed with under The Sto...
he comes out at 7:30 a.m. every da… with 3 peanut butter sandwiches, a… there’s one can of beer which he floats in the baitbucket. he fishes for hours with a small t…
sun-stroked women without men on a Santa Monica Monday; the men are working or in jail or insane;
I get many phonecalls now. They are all alike. “are you Charles Bukowski, the writer?” “yes,” I tell them.
It was 3 or 4 days before I had to fly to Houston to give a reading. I went to the track, drank at the track, and afterwards I went to a bar on Hollywood Boulevard. I went home at 9 or ...
cimen altinda gecen 225 gunden son… kanini emip bitireli epey oldu, ar… bu isler boyle mi oluyor? bu odada hala ask saatlerinin golg… birakip gittiginde asagi yukari he…
the swans drown in bilge water, take down the signs, test the poisons, barricade the cow from the bull,
The flies are angry bits of life; why are they so angry? it seems they want more, it seems almost as if they are angry
they talk down through the centuries to us, and this we need more and more, the statues and paintings in midnight age