#AmericanWriters
the old fart, he used his literary… to reel them in one at a time, each younger than the last. he liked to meet them for luncheon… wine
The next day Katherine phoned me. She said she had the tickets and would be landing at L.A. International Friday at 2:30 pm. “Katherine,” I said, “there’s something I’ve got to tell you...
Wednesday night found me at the airport waiting for Iris. I sat around and looked at the women. None of them—except for one or two—looked as good as Iris. There was something wrong with...
—he’s a dandy —small moustache —usually sucking on a cigar he tends to lean into cars as he transacts business
I got a letter in the mail. It was addressed from Hollywood. Dear Chinaski: I’ve just read almost all your books. I work as a typist in a place on Cherokee Ave. I’ve hung your picture i...
I laugh sometimes when I think ab… say Céline at a typewriter or Dostoevsky... or Hamsun...
the branches break, the birds fall… the whores stand straight, the bombs stack, evening, morning, night, peanutbutter,
in the men’s room at the track this boy of about 7 or 8 years old came out of a stall
he was just a cat cross-eyed, dirty white with pale blue eyes
dying has its rough edge. no escaping now. the warden has his eye on me. his bad eye. I’m doing hard time now.
the essence of the belly like a white balloon sacked is disturbing like the running of feet on the stairs
you may not believe it but there are people who go through life with very little friction or
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…
I had been corresponding with a lady in San Francisco for several months. Her name was Liza Weston and she survived by giving dance lessons, including ballet, in her own studio. She was...
Jane, who has been dead for 31 yea… never could have imagined that I would write a scre… days together and