#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
escape from the black widow spider is a miracle as great as art. what a web she can weave slowly drawing you to her she’ll embrace you
Then I developed a new system at the racetrack. I pulled in $3,000 in a month and a half while only going to the track two or three times a week. I began to dream. I saw a little house ...
Lila Jane was a girl my age who lived next door. I still wasn’t allowed to play with the children in the neighborhood, but sitting in the bedroom often got dull. I would go out and walk...
she was in her orange Volks waitin… as I walked up the street with 2 six packs and a pint of sco… and she jumped out and began grabbing the beerbottles…
consistency is terrific: shark-mouth grubby interior with an almost perfect body, long blazing hair—
the centerfielder turns rushes back reaches up his glove and
she writes continually like a long nozzle spraying the air,
On Christmas I had Betty over. She baked a turkey and we drank. Betty always liked huge Christmas trees. It must have been 7 feet tall, and 1/2 as wide, covered with lights, bulbs, tins...
not much chance, completely cut loose from purpose, he was a young man riding a bus
Lydia liked parties. And Harry was a party-giver. So we were on our way to Harry Ascot’s. Harry was the editor of Retort, a little magazine. His wife wore long see-through dresses, show...
she’s up seeing my doctor trying to get some diet pills; she’s not fat, she needs the speed… I go down to the nearest bar and w… at 3:30 in the afternoon of a tues…
I got in the shower and burned my balls last Wednesday. met this painter called Spain, no, he was a cartoonist,
in the hospitals and jails it’s the worst in madhouses it’s the worst in penthouses
the men phone and ask me that. are you really Charles Bukowski the writer? they ask. I’m a sometimes writer, I say, most often I don’t do anything.
big sloppy wounded dog hit by a car and walking toward the curbing making enormous sounds