#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
I get many phonecalls now. They are all alike. “are you Charles Bukowski, the writer?” “yes,” I tell them.
it is like this when you slip down, done like a wound-up victrola (you remember those?) and you go downtown
There are sketches on the walls of… and outside a large green bus swer… insanity sprung from a waving line… says the radio, and Jane Austin,… “I am going to do her portrait on…
I have just spent one—hour—and—a—h… handicapping tomorrow’s card. when am I going to get at the poem… well, they’ll just have to wait
love, he said, gas kiss me off kiss my lips kiss my hair my fingers
92 years old his tooth has been bothering him had to get it filled he lost his left eye 40 years ago
the final curtain on one of the lo… musicals ever, some people claim t… seen it over one hundred times. I saw it on the tv news, that fina… flowers, cheers, tears, a thundero…
she wrote me for years. “I’m drinking wine in the kitchen. it’s raining outside. the children are in school.” she was an average citizen
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
sometimes after you get your ass kicked real good by the forces you often wish you were a crane standing on one leg in blue water
I kept getting letters from a lady who lived only a mile or so away. She signed them Nicole. She said she had read some of my books and liked them. I answered one of her letters and she...
she died of alcoholism wrapped in a blanket on a deck chair on an ocean steamer.
in the winter walking on my ceiling my eyes the size of street… I have 4 feet like a mouse but wash my own underwear—bearded and hungover and a hard-on and no lawy…
My drinking slowed down the next week. I went to the racetrack to get fresh air and sunshine and plenty of walking. At night I drank, wondering why I was still alive, how the scheme wor...
I was in the 4th grade when I found out about it. I was probably one of the last to know, because I still didn’t talk to anybody. A boy walked up to “Your mother has a hole . . .”—he to...