#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
This babe in the grandstand with dyed red hair kept leaning her breasts against me and talking about Gardena poker parlors
it’s unfortunate, and simply not the style, but I don’t care: girls remind me of hair in the sink, girls remind me of intestines and bladders and excretory movements; it’s unfortunate a...
beheaded in the middle of the night scratching my sides I am covered with bites kick my white legs out of the shee…
it beats love because there aren’t… wounds: in the morning she turns on the radio, Brahms or… or Stravinsky or Mozart. she boil… eggs counting the seconds out loud…
here things are tough but they’re mostly always tough. basically I’m just trying to get a… with the female. when you first meet them their eyes
she bent over the side of the bed and opened the portfolio along the side of the wall. we were drinking. she said, “you promised me these
they talk down through the centuries to us, and this we need more and more, the statues and paintings in midnight age
the canaries were there, and the l… and the old woman with warts; and I was there, a child and I touched the piano keys as they talked—
On Thursday night Bobby phoned again. “Hey, man, what are you doing?” “Oh, come on, man, I’ll just stay for a few beers. . . .” “You treat him mean. He gets lonely when his wife is at w...
I went to my place, started drinking. I snapped on the radio and found some classical music. I got my Coleman lantern out of the closet. I turned out the lights and sat playing with the...
But the next morning it was the sa… “That’s all, Chinaski. Nothing fo… It went on for a week. I sat ther… Then Bobby Hansen, one of the old… “I don’t care. I’m not kissing hi…
we have everything and we have not… and some men do it in churches and some men do it by tearing butt… in half and some men do it in Palm Spring…
you know I sat on the same barstool in Phi… 5 years I drank canned heat and the cheape… I was beaten in alleys by well-fed…
Our man was there to meet us, Gary Benson. He also wrote poetry and drove a cab. He was very fat but at least he didn’t look like a poet, he didn’t look North Beach or East Village or l...
drinking 15 dollar champagne— Cordon Rouge—with the hookers. one is named Georgia and she doesn’t like pantyhose: I keep helping her pull up