#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I awakened to dryness and the fern… the potted plants yellow as corn; my woman was gone and the empty bottles like bled co… surrounded me with their uselessne…
the phone rang at 1:30 a.m. and it was a man from Denver: “Chinaski, you got a following in Denver...” “yeah?”
I get too many phone calls. they seek the creature out. they shouldn’t.
Tammie came by that night. She appeared to be high on uppers. “I want some champagne,” she said. Then the phone rang. It was Lydia. “I just wondered how you were doing. ...” “You know D...
I have been looking at the same lampshade for 5 years and it has gathered
the wind blows hard to night and it’s a cold wind and I think about the boys on the row. hope some of them have a bottle
But then it began raining again. The Stone had me out on a thing called Sunday Collection, and if you’re thinking of church, forget it. You picked up a truck at West Garage and a clipbo...
I didn’t know exactly why but Chuck, Eddie, Gene and Frank let me join them in some of their games. I think it started when another guy showed up and they needed three on a side. I stil...
like the fox run with the hunted and if I’m not the happiest man on earth
for five years I have been looking across the way at the side of a red apartment hou… there must be people in there even love in there
the elephants are caked with mud a… and the rhinos don’t move the zebras are stupid dead stems and the lions don’t roar the lions don’t care
I suppose so. I was living in an attic in Phila… it became very hot in the summer a… bars. I didn’t have any money and… I put a small ad in the paper and…
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
Bruckner wasn’t bad even though he got down on his knees and proclaimed Wagner the master.
once we were young at this machine. . . drinking