#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
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
In the morning I heard her walkin… It was about 10:30 a.m. I was sic… She shook me. “Listen, I want you… “So what? I’ll screw her too.” “Yeah,” she laughed, “yeah.”
my first and only wife painted and she talked to me about it: it’s all so painful
they talk down through the centuries to us, and this we need more and more, the statues and paintings in midnight age
the dream of a man is a whore with a gold tooth and a garter belt, perfumed with false eyebrows
he drank wine all night of the 28th, and he kept thinking of her: the way she walked and talked and… the way she told him things that s… but were not, and he knew the colo…
the best often die by their own ha… just to get away, and those left behind can never quite understand why anybody
I drank for the next week. I drank night and day and wrote 25 or 30 mournful poems about lost love. It was Friday night when the phone rang. It was Mercedes. “I got married,” she said, ...
he met her at the racetrack, a str… blonde with round hips, well-bosom… turned-up nose, flower mouth, in a… wearing white high-heeled shoes. she began asking him questions abo…
I get many phonecalls now. They are all alike. “are you Charles Bukowski, the writer?” “yes,” I tell them.
here they come these guys grey truck radio playing they are in a hurry
I’m big I suppose that’s why my women alwa… small but this 6 foot goddess who deals in real estate
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...
yesterday drunken Alice gave me a jar of fig jam and today she whistles
what’s bad about all this is watching people drinking coffee and waiting. I would