#1973 #AmericanWriters #AtTerrorStreetAndAgonyWay #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame
yes, it’s dark in here. can’t open the door. can’t open the jam lid. can’t find a pair of socks that ma… was born in Andernach in 1920 and…
the strong men the muscle men there they sit down at the beach cocoa tans
they called Céline a Nazi they called Pound a fascist they called Hamsun a Nazi and a f… they put Dostoevsky in front of a… squad
it’s strange when famous people di… whether they have fought the good… the bad one. it’s strange when famous people di… whether we like them or not
I always wanted to ball Henry Miller, she said, but by the time I got there it was too late. damn it, I said, you girls
the phone rang at 1:30 a.m. and it was a man from Denver: “Chinaski, you got a following in Denver...” “yeah?”
murdered in the alleys of the land frost-bitten against flagpoles pawned by females educated in the dark for the dark vomiting into plugged toilets
the waste of words continues with a stunning persistence as the waiter runs by carrying the… tray
monkey feet small and blue walking toward you as the back of a building falls of… and an airplane chews the white sk…
and so we suck on a cigar and a beer attempting to mend the love
keep remembering the horses under the moon keep remembering feeding the horse… sugar white oblongs of sugar
the other day I’m out at the track betting Early Bird that’s when you bet at the track before it opens)
Sam the whorehouse man has squeaky shoes and he walks up and down the court squeaking and talking to
“what?” they say, “you got a computer?” it’s like I have sold out to the enemy. I had no idea so many
it was on the 2nd floor on Coronad… I used to get drunk and throw the radio through the wi… while it was playing, and, of cour… it would break the glass in the wi…