#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
she lived in Galveston and was int… T.M. and I went down to visit her and w… continually even though it was ver… weather
as I go to the escalator young fellow and a lovely young gi… are ahead of me. her pants, her blouse are skintigh… as we ascend
dogs and angels are not very different. I often go to this place to eat about 2:30 in the afternoon
he talks like he writes and he has a face like a dove, unt… externals. little shiver of horror runs throu… about
there waas a rock-and-mud slide on the Pacific Coast Highway and… detour and they directed us up int… and traffic was slow and it was ho… we were lost.
as the poems go into the thousands… realize that you’ve created very little. it comes down to the rain, the sun… the traffic, the nights and the da…
it was Philly and the bartender sa… what and I said, gimme a draft, J… got to get the nerves straight, I’… going to look for a job. you, he s… a job?
nobody goes downtown anymore the plants and trees have been cut… Pershing Square the grass is brown and the street preachers are not a…
I was coming off an affair that ha… frankly, I was sliding down into a… really feeling shitty and low when I lucked into this lady with… covered with a jeweled canopy
self-congratulatory nonsense as th… famous gather to applaud their see… greatness you wonder where
I get many phonecalls now. They are all alike. “are you Charles Bukowski, the writer?” “yes,” I tell them.
she was sitting in the window of room 1010 at the Chelsea in New York, Janis Joplin’s old room. it was 104 degrees
now more and more all these people running around wearing the American Flag Shirt and it was more or less once assum… think but I’m not sure)
I stayed five days and nights. Then I couldn’t get it up any more. Joanna drove me to the airport. She had bought me a new piece of luggage and some new clothing. I hated that Dallas-Fo...
little dark girl with kind eyes when it comes time to use the knife I won’t flinch and