#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
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
as the spirit wanes the form
I tried it standing up this time. it doesn’t usually work. this time it seemed
got into my BMW and drove down to… pick up my American Express Gold… told the girl at the desk what I wanted. you’re Mr. Chinaski,” she
Jane, who has been dead for 31 yea… never could have imagined that I would write a scre… days together and
I’m glad when they arrive and I’m glad when they leave I’m glad when I hear their heels approaching my door and I’m glad when those heels
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…
I read that he lost a suitcase ful… train and that they never were rec… I can’t match the agony of this but the other night I wrote a 3—pa… upon this computer
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...
my grandmother had a serious gas problem. we only saw her on Sunday. she’d sit down to dinner and she’d have gas.
the feelings I get driving past the railroad yard never on purpose but on my way to… are the feelings other men have fo… see the tracks and all the boxcars
at the hospital that I have been going to the nurses seem overweight. they are bulky in their
the history of melancholia includes all of us. me, I writhe in dirty sheets while staring at blue walls and nothing.
this is important enough: to get your feelings down, it is better than shaving or cooking beans with garlic. it is the little we can do
The track had moved down the coast a hundred miles or so. I kept paying the rent on my apartment in town, got in my car and drove down. Once or twice a week I would drive back to the ap...