#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
all right, while we are gently cel… and while crazy classical music le… my small radio, I light a fresh ci… and realize that I am still very m… the 21st century is almost upon me…
Vallejo writing about loneliness while starving to death; Van Gogh’s ear rejected by a whore;
I even hear the mountains the way they laugh up and down their blue sides and down in the water the fish cry
One morning a few days later I entered Lydia’s courtyard as she was walking in from the alley. She had been over to see her friend Tina who lived in an apartment house on the corner. Sh...
red hair real she whirled it and she asked “is my ass still on?”
old Butch, they fixed him the girls don’t look like much anymore. when Big Sam moved out of the back
I think of automobiles parked in a parking lot when I think of myself dead I think of frying pans when I think of myself dead
they talk down through the centuries to us, and this we need more and more, the statues and paintings in midnight age
The next day I sat in the hall in my green tin chair, waiting to be called. Across from me sat a man who had something wrong with his nose. It was very red and very raw and very fat and...
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...
during my worst times on the park benches in the jails or living with whores
One morning about 10 a.m. the phon… I recognized the voice and began t… “Yes, yes, Miss Graves, but go on… “So therefore we have notified the… “And you are scheduled to throw yo…
out of the arms of one love and into the arms of another I have been saved from dying on th… by a lady who smokes pot writes songs and stories,
—he’s a dandy —small moustache —usually sucking on a cigar he tends to lean into cars as he transacts business
no we can’t we can’t win it I’ve decided we can’t win it just for a while we thought we cou… but that was just for a while