#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
absolutely sesamoid said the skeleton shoving his chalky foot upon my desk, and that was it,
they talk down through the centuries to us, and this we need more and more, the statues and paintings in midnight age
this poet he’d been drinking 2 or 3 days and he walked out on the stage and looked at that audience and he just knew he was going to do it. there was a grand piano on stage and he walke...
turmoil is the god madness is the god permanent living peace is permanent living death. agony can kill
the virus holds the concepts give way like rotten shoelaces toothache and bacon dance on the lawn
cigarettes wetted with beer from the night before you light one gag open the door for air
Cecelia sat and watched us drink. I could see that I repulsed her. I ate meat. I had no god. I liked to fuck. Nature didn’t interest me. I never voted. I liked wars. Outer space bored m...
it was up in San Francisco after my poetry reading. it had been a nice crowd I had gotten my money I had this place upstairs
I get many phonecalls now. They are all alike. “are you Charles Bukowski, the writer?” “yes,” I tell them.
The rainy season began. Most of the money went for drink so my shoes had holes in the soles and my raincoat was torn and old. In any steady downpour I got quite wet, and I mean wet-down...
Wagner wasn’t done with us. I was standing in the yard during gym class when he walked up to me. “I’m putting you on garbage detail until further notice.” The kids had to work off their...
the history of melancholia includes all of us. me, I writhe in dirty sheets while staring at blue walls and nothing.
the girls are coming home in their… and I sit by the window and watch. there’s a girl in a red dress driving a white car
I met her somehow through correspo… and she began sending me very sexy… and this being mixed in with a min… confused me somewhat and I got in… through the mountains and valleys…
places to hunt places to hide are getting harder to find, and pet canaries and goldfish too, did you… that?