#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
I used to know a dutchman in a Ph… he’d take 3 raw eggs in his beer, 71, still working, strong,
once bought a toy rabbit at a department store and now he sits and ponders me with pink sheer eyes: He wants golf balls and glass
I get many phonecalls now. They are all alike. “are you Charles Bukowski, the writer?” “yes,” I tell them.
I sit here on the 2nd floor hunched over in yellow pajamas still pretending to be a writer.
saw him sitting in a lobby chair in the Patrick Hotel dreaming of flying fish and he said “hello friend you’re looking good.
the guy in the front court can’t speak English, he’s Greek, a rather stupid-looking and fairly ugly man. now my landlord does some painting…
The next night as they moved the group from the main build– ing to the training building, I stopped to talk to Gus the old newsboy. Gus had once been 3rd-ranked welterweight contender b...
I awaken about noon and go out to… in my old torn bathrobe. I’m hung over hair down in my eyes barefoot
I suppose so. I was living in an attic in Phila… it became very hot in the summer a… bars. I didn’t have any money and… I put a small ad in the paper and…
we had goldfish and they circled a… in the bowl on the table near the… covering the picture window and my mother, always smiling, wanting… to be happy, told me, ‘be happy He…
almost dawn blackbirds on the telephone wire waiting as I eat yesterday’s forgotten sandwich
I was glad I had money in the Sav… Friday afternoon hungover I didn’t have a job I was glad I had money in the Sav… I didn’t know how to play a guitar
I had this room in front on DeLon… and I used to sit for hours in the daytime looking out the front window.
not much chance, completely cut loose from purpose, he was a young man riding a bus
At 3:30 a.m. my twelve hours were… I set the alarm so that I would b… “What happened, Hank? We thought… “I’m quitting.” “Quitting?” “Yes, you can’t blame a man for wa…