#AmericanWriters
my father always said, “early to b… early to rise makes a man healthy,… and wise.” it was lights out at 8 p.m. in our… and we were up at dawn to the smel…
the balance is preserved by the sn… the Santa Monica cliffs; the luck is in walking down Wester… and having the girls in a massage parlor holler at you, “Hello, Swe…
I was always a natural slob I liked to lay upon the bed in undershirt (stained, of course) (and with cigarette holes)
I forget the beginning time. 6 or 7 p.m. Something like that. All you did was sit with a handful of letters, take a streetmap and figure your run. It was easy. All the drivers took much...
at the hospital that I have been going to the nurses seem overweight. they are bulky in their
16 years old during the depression I’d come home drunk and all my clothing— shorts, shirts, stockings—
On Thursday night Bobby phoned again. “Hey, man, what are you doing?” “Oh, come on, man, I’ll just stay for a few beers. . . .” “You treat him mean. He gets lonely when his wife is at w...
god I got the sad blue blues, this woman sat there and she said are you really Charles Bukowski?
I got a letter in the mail. It was addressed from Hollywood. Dear Chinaski: I’ve just read almost all your books. I work as a typist in a place on Cherokee Ave. I’ve hung your picture i...
what’s bad about all this is watching people drinking coffee and waiting. I would
sway with me, everything sad— madmen in stone houses without doors, lepers steaming love and song frogs trying to figure
the kid went back to New York Cit… he met in a kibbutz. he left his mother at the age of 32, a well-kept fellow, sense of h… wore the same pair of shorts
he was just a cat cross-eyed, dirty white with pale blue eyes
had it for a year, really put in lot of bedroom time, slept upright on two pillows to keep from coughing, all the blood drained from my head
there are these small cliffs above the sea and it is night, late night; I have been unable to sleep, and with my car above me