#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
The war was going very well in Europe, for Hitler. Most of the students weren’t very vocal on the matter. But the instructors were, they were almost all left-wing and anti-German. There...
in the hospitals I’ve been in you see the crosses on the walls with the thin palm leaves behind t… yellowed and browned it is the signal to accept the ine…
the men phone and ask me that. are you really Charles Bukowski the writer? they ask. I’m a sometimes writer, I say, most often I don’t do anything.
there’s Barry in his ripped walkin… he’s on Thorazine is 24 looks 38 lives with his mother in the same
Jr. high went by quickly enough. About the 8th grade, going into the 9th, I broke out with acne. Many of the guys had it but not like mine. Mine was really terrible. I was the worst cas...
what’s bad about all this is watching people drinking coffee and waiting. I would
“you know,” she said, “you were at the bar so you didn’t see but I danced with this guy. we danced and we danced close.
now more and more all these people running around wearing the American Flag Shirt and it was more or less once assum… think but I’m not sure)
my grandmother had a serious gas problem. we only saw her on Sunday. she’d sit down to dinner and she’d have gas.
you gotta have wars suppose World War One was the bes… really, you know, both sides were… they really had something to fight… they really thought they had somet…
I was casing next to G.G. early one morning. That’s what they called him: G.G. His actual name was George Greene. But for years he was simply called G.G. and after a while he looked lik...
these things that we support most… have nothing to do with up, and we do with them out of boredom or fear or money or cracked intelligence;
he has on blue jeans and tennis sh… and walks with two young girls about his age. every now and then he leaps into the air and
this one always arrives at the wrong time a basically good sort I suppose an honest man
I went into the bends. I got drunker and stayed drunker than a shit skunk in Purgatory. I even had the butcher knife against my throat one night in the kitchen and then I thought, easy,...