#1973 #AmericanWriters #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame #CrucifixInADeathhand
god I got the sad blue blues, this woman sat there and she said are you really Charles Bukowski?
big black beard tells me that I don’t feel terror I look at him
Meanwhile, there was still Joyce, and her geraniums, and a couple of million if I could hang on. Joyce and the flies and the geraniums. I worked the night shift, 12 hours, and she pawed...
first of all, I had a hard time, a… locating the parking lot for the b… wasn’t off the main boulevard wher… the cars all driven by merciless k… were doing 55 mph in a 25 mph zone…
So I took the exam, passed it, took the physical, passed it, and there I was—a substitute mail carrier. It began easy. I was sent to West Avon Station and it was just like Christmas exc...
listen, he said, you ever seen a b… bucket? no, I told him. well, what happens is that now and… will climb up on top of the others
there he is: not too many hangovers not too many fights with women not too many flat tires never a thought of suicide
It was noon the next day when the phone rang. It was Lydia again. I heard a long insane wail like a wolverine shot in the arctic snow and left to bleed and die alone. . . . I slept most...
one of the terrible things is really being in bed night after night with a woman you no longer
I’m big I suppose that’s why my women alwa… small but this 6 foot goddess who deals in real estate
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
I could see the road ahead of me. I was poor and I was going to stay poor. But I didn’t particularly want money. I didn’t know what I wanted. Yes, I did. I wanted someplace to hide out,...
I phoned Joyce. “How’s it working with Purple Sti… “What did he do when you told him… “We were sitting across from each… “What happened?”
beheaded in the middle of the night scratching my sides I am covered with bites kick my white legs out of the shee…
Frank liked airplanes. He lent me all his pulp magazines about World War 1. The best was Flying Aces. The dog-fights were great, the Spads and the Fokkers mixing it. I read all the stor...