#AmericanWriters
Slipping keenly into bright ashes, target of vanilla tears your sure body lit candles for men on dark nights, and now your night is darker
often it is the only thing between you and impossibility. no drink,
as the poems go into the thousands… realize that you’ve created very little. it comes down to the rain, the sun… the traffic, the nights and the da…
we talk about this film: Cagney fed this broad grapefruit faster than she could eat it and
terrible arguments. and, at last, lying peacefully on her large bed which is spread in red with cool patterns o…
—he’s a dandy —small moustache —usually sucking on a cigar he tends to lean into cars as he transacts business
the othe r day I’m out at the track betting Early Bird that’s when you bet at the track before it opens)
In the betting line the other day man behind me asked, “are you Henry Chinaski?”
you just don’t know how to do it, you know that, and you can’t do a lot of other useful things either. it’s the fault of the
over my radio now comes the sound of a truly mad org… can see some monk drunk in a cellar mind gone or found,
Lila Jane was a girl my age who lived next door. I still wasn’t allowed to play with the children in the neighborhood, but sitting in the bedroom often got dull. I would go out and walk...
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;
he said, “I was working in Hollyw… working in Hollywood and he was the worst: he was too drunk to sta… end of the afternoon and so I had… into a taxi
you g otta have wars suppose World War One was the bes… really, you know, both sides were… they really had something to fight… they really thought they had somet…
After Debra left for work the next morning I bathed, then tried to watch t.v. I walked around naked and noticed that I could be seen from the street through the front window. So I had a...