#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
I finally, got a day off, and you know what I did? I got up early before Joyce got back in and I went down to the market to do a little shopping, and maybe I was crazy. I walked through...
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.
Dee Dee had a place in the Hollywood Hills. Dee Dee shared the place with a friend, another lady executive, Bianca. Bianca took the top floor and Dee Dee the bottom. I rang the bell. It...
I’ve watched this city burn twice in my lifetime and the most notable event was the reaction of the politicians in the
this one always arrives at the wrong time a basically good sort I suppose an honest man
I was always a natural slob I liked to lay upon the bed in undershirt (stained, of course) (and with cigarette holes)
I keep thinking it will be outside now waiting for me blue front bumper twisted
wha’, what did you expect? a schoo… some more practical lover filling… I’m a fool and no gentleman: I wa… with Crane in pajamas, but suicide… there’s less and less to kill.
the phone rang at 1:30 a.m. and it was a man from Denver: “Chinaski, you got a following in Denver...” “yeah?”
I had been corresponding with Tanya and on the evening of January 5th she phoned. She had a high excited sexy voice like Betty Boop used to have. “I’m flying down tomorrow evening. Will...
Born like this Into this As the chalk faces smile As Mrs. Death laughs As the elevators break
I saw a vacancy sign in the window in front of a rooming-house, had the cabby pull up. I paid him and walked up on the front porch, rang the bell. I had one black eye from the fight, an...
The next day in bed I got tired of waiting for the airplanes and I found a large yellow notebook that had been meant for high school work. It was empty. I found a pen. I went to bed wit...
had lost the last race big somebody had stolen my coat could feel the flu coming on and my tires were low. I went in to get a
I don’t beat the walls with my fis… I just sit but it rushes in a tide of it. the woman in the court behind me h…