#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I have seen an old man around town… carrying an enormous pack. he uses a walking stick and moves up and down the streets with this pack strapped to his bac…
A couple of nights later Becker walked in. I guess my parents gave him my address or he located me through the college. I had my name and address listed with the employment division at ...
The next time you listen to Borod… remember he was just a chemist who wrote music to relax; his house was jammed with peor e: students, artists, drunkards, bur…
I’m glad when they arrive and I’m glad when they leave I’m glad when I hear their heels approaching my door and I’m glad when those heels
dogs and angels are not very different. I often go to this place to eat about 2:30 in the afternoon
the best often die by their own ha… just to get away, and those left behind can never quite understand why anybody
Christmas eve, alone, in a motel room down the coast near the Pacific— hear it?
yes, they begin out in a willow, I… the starch mountains begin out in… and keep right on going without re… pumas and nectarines somehow these mountains are like
I read a book about John Dos Pas… the book once radical—communist John ended up in the Hollywood Hi… and reading the Wall Street Journal
he’s a runt he snarls and scratches chases cars groans in his sleep and has a perfect star above each…
Then I was called down to personnel at the old Federal Build– ing. They let me sit the usual 45 minutes or hour and one half. The man walked me back to a desk. There sat this woman. She...
god I got the sad blue blues, this woman sat there and she said are you really Charles Bukowski?
the kid went back to New York Cit… he met in a kibbutz. he left his mother at the age of 32, a well-kept fellow, sense of h… wore the same pair of shorts
he talks like he writes and he has a face like a dove, unt… externals. little shiver of horror runs throu… about
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…