#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
this man used to be an interesting writer, he was able to say brisk and refreshing things. at the time
I had to fly to Illinois to give a reading at the University. I hated readings, but they helped with the rent and maybe they helped sell books. They got me out of east Hollywood, they g...
the German hotel was very strange… double doors to the rooms, very th… looked the park and the vasser ter… it was usually too late for breakf… would be everywhere changing sheet…
you consult psychiatrists and phil… when things aren’t going well and whores when they are. the whores are there for young boy… men; to the young boys they say,
Office of Postmaster—United States Post Office—January 1, 1970 The attention of all employees is directed to the Code of Ethics for postal employees as set forth in Part 742 of the Post...
if you’re going to try, go all the way. otherwise, don’t even start. if you’re going to try, go all the way.
outside my window Sunday. I am eating a grapefruit. church is over at the… Orthodox to the west.
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...
the old folks play a game in the park overlooking the sea shoving markers across cement with wooden sticks. four play, two on each side
“what?” they say, “you got a computer?” it’s like I have sold out to the enemy. I had no idea so many
Within a day or two, about 1 pm in the afternoon there was a knock at my door. It was a painter, Monty Riff, or so he informed me. He also told me that I used to get drunk with him when...
crud, he said, hauling it out of the water, what is it? a Hollow-Back June Whale, I said… no, said a guy standing by us on t…
long ago he edited a little magazi… was up in San Francisco during the beat era during the reading-poetry-with-jaz… and I remember him because he neve…
out of the arms of one love and into the arms of another I have been saved from dying on th… by a lady who smokes pot writes songs and stories,
this guy he’s got a crazy eye and he’s brown a dark brown from the sun the Hollywood and Western sun