#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
she writes: you’ll be moaning and groaning in your poems about how I fucked those 2 guys last week.
There was death in that place on the hill. I knew it the first day I walked out the screen door and into the backyard. A zing– ing binging buzzing whining sound came right at me: 10,000...
swans die in the Spring too and there it floated dead on a Sunday sideways circling in the current
take a writer away from his typewr… and all you have left is the sickness which started him
There was another German Shepherd. It was hot summer and he came BOUNDING out of a back yard and then LEAPED through the air. His teeth snapped, just missing my jugular vein. “OH JESUS!...
the history of melancholia includes all of us. me, I writhe in dirty sheets while staring at blue walls and nothing.
ask the sidewalk painters of Paris ask the sunlight on a sleeping dog ask the 3 pigs ask the paperboy ask the music of Donizetti
We ran up the long ramp. I was ca… At the escalator Tammie saw the f… “Please,” I said, “we only have f… “I want Dancy to have the money.” “All right.”
she was hot, she was so hot I didn’t want anybody else to have… and if I didn’t get home on time she’d be gone, and I couldn’t bear… I’d go mad. . .
god I got the sad blue blues, this woman sat there and she said are you really Charles Bukowski?
he lives in a house with a swimmin… and says the job is killing him. he is 27. I am 44. I can’t seem t… get rid of
invent yourself and then reinvent… don’t swim in the same slough. invent yourself and then reinvent… and stay out of the clutches of medioc…
like in a chair the color of the s… as you listen to lazy piano music and the aircraft overhead are not at war. where the last drink is as good as
murder the roaches spit out paper clips and the helicopter circles and cir… smelling for blood
Long walks at night— that’s what good for the soul: peeking into windows watching tired housewives trying to fight off