#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
Hugo Wolf went mad while eating a… and writing his 253rd song; it was… April and the worms came out of th… humming Tannhäuser, and he spilled… with his ink, and his blood fell o…
he was just a cat cross-eyed, dirty white with pale blue eyes
At Mt. Justin, biology class was neat. We had Mr. Stanhope for our teacher. He was an old guy about 55 and we pretty much dominated him. Lilly Fischman was in the class and she was real...
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...
I wait on life like a pregnancy, p… the gut but all I hear now is the piano slamming its teeth throu… brain
I had been sleeping on a terrible mattress with the springs sticking into me for several years. That afternoon when I awakened I pulled the mattress off the bed, dragged it outside, and...
used to drive those trucks so hard and for so long that my right foot would go dead from pushing down on the accelerator.
Go to Tibet. Ride a camel. Read the Bible. Dye your shoes blue. Grow a Beard.
I’m big I suppose that’s why my women alwa… small but this 6 foot goddess who deals in real estate
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?”
When I awakened it was 1:30 pm. I took a bath, got dressed, checked the mail. A letter from a young man in Glendale. "Dear Mr. Chinaski: I am a young writer and I think that I am a good...
225 days under grass and you know more than I. they have long taken your blood, you are a dry stick in a basket. is this how it works?
Fay was pregnant. But it didn’t change her and it didn’t change the post office either. The same clerks did all the work while the miscellaneous crew stood around and argued about sport...
I cross the room to the last wall the last window the last pink sun with its arms around the world
almost dawn blackbirds on the telephone wire waiting as I eat yesterday’s forgotten sandwich