#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
sometimes after you get your ass kicked real good by the forces you often wish you were a crane standing on one leg in blue water
in San Francisco the landlady, 80… Victrola up the stairway and I pl… until they beat on the walls. there was a large bucket in the ce… filled with beer and winebottles;
little dark girl with kind eyes when it comes time to use the knife I won’t flinch and
the Mexican dancer shook her fans… me and her ass at me, I didn’t ask her to and my woman got mad and ran out of th… it began raining and you could hea…
watch them push the crippled and t… in their wheelchairs on to the electric lift which carries them up into the lon… where each chair is locked down
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…
think of de vils in hell and stare at a beautiful vase of flowers as the woman in my bedroom
if you’re going to try, go all the way. otherwise, don’t even start. if you’re going to try, go all the way.
I still get letters in the mail, m… men in tiny rooms with factory job… living with whores or no woman at… booze and madness. Most of their letters are on lined…
often it is the only thing between you and impossibility. no drink,
Later in the hospital they were dabbing at my knees with pieces of cotton that had been soaked in something. It burned. My elbows burned too. The doctor was bending over me with a nurse...
blue fish, the blue night, a blue… everything is blue. and my cats are blue: blue fur, bl… blue whiskers, blue eyes. my bed lamp shines
majestic, majic infinite my little girl is sun on the carpet—
In bed I had something in front o… “Sorry, baby,” I said. Then I ro… Then something awakened me. It wa… “Go, baby, go!” I told her. I arched my back now and then. Sh…
washed—up, on shore, the old yello… out again I write from the bed as I did last year.