#AmericanWriters
Thanks for the good letter. I don’t think it hurts, sometimes, to remember where you came from. You know the places where I came from. Even the people who try to write about that or mak...
what’s bad about all this is watching people drinking coffee and waiting. I would
I met a genius on the train today about 6 years old, he sat beside me and as the train
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…
I walked into the counselor’s office. It was Eddie Beaver sitting behind the desk. The clerks called him “Skinny Beaver.” He had a pointed head, pointed nose, pointed chin. He was all p...
When I awakened it was 1:30 pm. I took a bath, got dressed, checked the mail. A letter from a young man in Glendale. "Dear Mr. Chinaski: I am a young writer and I think that I am a good...
red face Texas and age he’s at an L.A. racetrack
am sitting on a tin chair outside… death, on stinking wings, wafts th… halls forevermore. remember the hospital stenches fro… was a boy and when I was a man and…
there he is: not too many hangovers not too many fights with women not too many flat tires never a thought of suicide
Sunday, I am eating a grapefruit, church is over at the… Orthadox to the west. she is dark
eating cold plums in bed she told me about the German who owned everything on the block except the custom drapery shop and he tried to buy
I think of automobiles parked in a parking lot when I think of myself dead I think of frying pans when I think of myself dead
I took the envelope home to my mother and handed it to her and walked into the bedroom. My bedroom. The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even ...
he spoke to mice and sparrows and his hair was white at the age… his father beat him every day and… lit candles in the church. his grandmother came while the boy…
Born like this Into this As the chalk faces smile As Mrs. Death laughs As the elevators break