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A week later I was driving down Hollywood Boulevard with Lydia. A weekly entertainment newspaper published in California at that time had asked me to write an article on the life of the...
I get many phonecalls now. They are all alike. “are you Charles Bukowski, the writer?” “yes,” I tell them.
naked in that bright light the four horse falls and throws a 112-pound boy into the hooves
I got a letter in the mail. It was addressed from Hollywood. Dear Chinaski: I’ve just read almost all your books. I work as a typist in a place on Cherokee Ave. I’ve hung your picture i...
The next day was Saturday and Debra cooked us breakfast. “Are you coming antique hunting with us today?” We ate in silence for a while, then she said, “I liked your reading at The Lance...
near the corner table in the cafe middle-aged couple sit. they have finished their
the schoolyard was a horror show:… freaks the beatings up against the wire f… our schoolmates watching glad that they were not the victim…
big sloppy wounded dog hit by a car and walking toward the curbing making enormous sounds
there is always that space there just before they get to us that space that fine relaxer the breather
the German hotel was very strange… double doors to the rooms, very th… looked the park and the vasser ter… it was usually too late for breakf… would be everywhere changing sheet…
she reads to me from the New York… which I don’t buy, don’t know how they get in here, but it’s something about the Mafia one of the heads of the Mafia
you sit on the couch with me tonight new woman. have you seen the
old grey-haired waitresses in cafes at night have given it up, and as I walk down sidewalks of light and look into windows
It’s never quite right, he said, t… the way the music sounds, the way… written. It’s never quite right, he said, a… taught, all the loves we chase, al…
the problem, of course, isn’t the… it’s the living parts which make up the Dem… the next person you pass on the st… multiply