#Americans #XXCentury
He hinted at times that I was a bastard and I told him to listen to Brahms, and I told him to learn to paint and drink and not be dominated by women and dollars but he screamed at me, F...
is the slim tall ear-ringed bedroom damsel dressed in a long gown
the soldiers march without guns the graves are empty peacocks glide in the rain down stairways march great men smi… there is food enough and rent enou…
near the corner table in the cafe middle-aged couple sit. they have finished their
The next day I sat in the hall in my green tin chair, waiting to be called. Across from me sat a man who had something wrong with his nose. It was very red and very raw and very fat and...
around 2 a.m. in my small room after turning off the poem machine for now
in the earliest possible day in the blue-headed noon I will telegraph you a boney hand decorated with
there is enough treachery, hatred… human being to supply any given ar… and the best at murder are those w… and the best at hate are those who… and the best at war finally are th…
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...
the best often die by their own ha… just to get away, and those left behind can never quite understand why anybody
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...
the illusion is that you are simpl… reading this poem. the reality is that this is more than a poem.
Julio came by with his guitar and… latest song. Julio was famous, he wrote songs a… published books of little drawings… poems.
Christmas eve, alone, in a motel room down the coast near the Pacific— hear it?
starving there, sitting around the… and at night walking the streets f… hours, the moonlight always seemed fake to me, maybe it was,