#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
Christmas eve, alone, in a motel room down the coast near the Pacific— hear it?
I had agreed to give a reading up north. It was the afternoon before the reading and I was sitting in an apartment at the Holiday Inn drinking beer with Joe Washington, the promoter, an...
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;
rose red sunlight; take it apart in the garage like a puzzle:
In the betting line the other day man behind me asked, “are you Henry Chinaski?”
we take what we can see— the engines driving us mad, lovers finally hating; this fish in the market staring upward into our minds;
I used to know a dutchman in a Ph… he’d take 3 raw eggs in his beer, 71, still working, strong,
I was shacked with a 24 year old girl from New York City for two weeks—about the time of the garbage
I went with two ladies down to Venice to look for antique furniture. I parked in back of the store and went in with them.
cimen altinda gecen 225 gunden son… kanini emip bitireli epey oldu, ar… bu isler boyle mi oluyor? bu odada hala ask saatlerinin golg… birakip gittiginde asagi yukari he…
since my last name was Fuch, he sa… believe the school yard was tough:… powder down my neck, threw gravel… with rubber bands in class, and ou… me names, well, one name mainly, o…
saw him sitting in a lobby chair in the Patrick Hotel dreaming of flying fish and he said “hello friend you’re looking good.
Slipping keenly into bright ashes, target of vanilla tears your sure body lit candles for men on dark nights, and now your night is darker
I wait on life like a pregnancy, p… the gut but all I hear now is the piano slamming its teeth throu… brain
old grey-haired waitresses in cafes at night have given it up, and as I walk down sidewalks of light and look into windows