#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
they talk down through the centuries to us, and this we need more and more, the statues and paintings in midnight age
In the betting line the other day man behind me asked, “are you Henry Chinaski?”
got into my BMW and drove down to… pick up my American Express Gold… told the girl at the desk what I wanted. you’re Mr. Chinaski,” she
I got lucky the next day. They called my name. It was a different doctor. I stripped down. He turned a hot white light on me and looked me over. I was sitting on the edge of the examina...
sometimes I forget about him and h… innocence, almost idiotic, awkward… he liked walking over bridges and… to night I think about him, the wa… one felt space between his lines,…
was much easier to be a genius in… only 3 or 4 literary magazines and… or 5 times you could end up in Ger… you could possibly meet Picasso fo… maybe only Miró.
I used to hold my social security… up in the air, he told me, but I was so small they couldn’t see it,
Not much happened during the rest of her stay. We drank, we ate, we fucked. There were no arguments. We took long drives down along the shore, ate at seafood cafes. I didn’t bother with...
live alone in a small room and read the newspapers and sleep alone in the dark dreaming of crowds.
old Butch, they fixed him the girls don’t look like much anymore. when Big Sam moved out of the back
The next thing I knew, I had a young girl from Texas on my lap. I won’t go into details of how I met her. Anyway, there it was. She was 23. I was 36. She had long blonde hair and was go...
we are gathered here now to bury her in this poem. she did not marry an unemployed wi… beat her every
When I awakened it was 1:30 pm. I took a bath, got dressed, checked the mail. A letter from a young man in Glendale. "Dear Mr. Chinaski: I am a young writer and I think that I am a good...
was a truly amazing man he pretended to be rich even though we lived on beans and… when we sat down to eat, he said,
My father had two brothers. The younger was named Ben and the older was named John. Both were alcoholics and ne’er-do-wells. My parents often spoke of them. “Neither of them amount to a...