#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I got up for a glass of water and as I walked into the kitchen I saw Picasso walk up to Joyce and lick her ankle. I was barefooted and she didn’t hear me. She had on high heels. She loo...
shot in the eye shot in the brain shot in the ass shot like a flower in the dance amazing how death wins hands down
They had me in the counselor’s office in one of the back rooms of the second floor. “Let me see how you look, Chinaski.” He looked at me. “All right, Mr. Chinaski, we’d like to know whe...
the illusion is that you are simpl… reading this poem. the reality is that this is more than a poem.
Van Gogh cut off his ear gave it to a prostitute who flung it away in extreme
he was just a cat cross-eyed, dirty white with pale blue eyes
I’d tell them to have an unhappy l… affair, hemorrhoids, bad teeth and to drink cheap wine, avoid opera and golf and chess, to keep switching the head of thei…
first time my father overheard me… this bit of music he asked me, “what is it?” “it’s called Love For Three Oran… I informed him.
in the center of the action you have to lay down like an anima… until it charges, you have to lay down
in the men’s room at the track this boy of about 7 or 8 years old came out of a stall
here they come these guys grey truck radio playing they are in a hurry
There was this place. It stretched over the sea, it was built over the sea. An old place, but with a touch of class. We got a room on the first floor. You could hear the ocean running d...
crud, he said, hauling it out of the water, what is it? a Hollow-Back June Whale, I said… no, said a guy standing by us on t…
I was sitting with an anarchist from Beverly Hills, Ben Solvnag, who was writing my biography when I heard her footsteps on the court walk. I knew the sound—they were always fast and fr...
ah, Merryman, fighter on the docks, killed a man while they were unloa… bananas. mean the man he killed