#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
Two nights later I went over to Tammie’s place on Rustic Court. I knocked. The lights weren’t on. It seemed empty. I looked in her mailbox. There were letters in there. I wrote a note, ...
I had to take a shit but instead I went into this shop to have a key made. the woman was dressed
Hugo Wolf went mad while eating a… and writing his 253rd song; it was… April and the worms came out of th… humming Tannhäuser, and he spilled… with his ink, and his blood fell o…
I’ll settle for the 6 horse on a rainy afternoon a paper cup of coffee in my hand a little way to go,
see this poem? was written without drinking. don’t need to drink to write.
if I suffer at this typewriter think how I’d feel among the lettuce— pickers of Salinas?
I had to fly to Illinois to give a reading at the University. I hated readings, but they helped with the rent and maybe they helped sell books. They got me out of east Hollywood, they g...
I can’t have it and you can’t have it and we won’t get it so don’t bet on it
which reminds me I shacked with Jane for 7 years she was a drunk I loved her my parents hated her
I walked into the counselor’s office. It was Eddie Beaver sitting behind the desk. The clerks called him “Skinny Beaver.” He had a pointed head, pointed nose, pointed chin. He was all p...
there are these small cliffs above the sea and it is night, late night; I have been unable to sleep, and with my car above me
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...
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...
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...
I was asked to give a reading at a famous nightclub, The Lancer, on Hollywood Boulevard. I agreed to read two nights. I was to follow a rock group, The Big Rape, each night. I was getti...