#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
It was a Wednesday night, 12:30 am and I was very sick. My stomach was raw, but I managed to hold down a few beers. Tammie was with me and she seemed sympathetic. Dancy was at her grand...
at exactly 12:00 midnight 1973-74 Los Angeles it began to rain on the palm leaves outside my window
you’ve got to fuck a great many wo… beautiful women and write a few decent love poems. and don’t worry about age and/or freshly-arrived talents.
a house with 7 or 8 people living in it getting up the rent. there’s a stereo never used and a set of bongos
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.
he packaged it up neatly in differ… sending the legs to an aunt in St.… the head to a scoutmaster in Brook… the belly to a cross-eyed butcher… the female organs were sent to a y…
I blacked out after that. I guess I had consumed more whiskey than I thought. I don’t remember arriving at Nicole’s. I awakened in the morning with my back to somebody in a strange bed....
you haven’t lived until you’ve been in a flophouse with nothing but one light bulb
over my radio now comes the sound of a truly mad org… can see some monk drunk in a cellar mind gone or found,
It was another Sunday that we got into the Model-T in search of my Uncle John. “He has no ambition,” said my father. “I don’t see how he can hold his god-damned head up and look people ...
Two nights later I went over to Tammie’s place on Rustic Court. I knocked. The lights weren’t on. It seemed empty. I looked in her mailbox. There were letters in there. I wrote a note, ...
old grey-haired waitresses in cafes at night have given it up, and as I walk down sidewalks of light and look into windows
you know what Li Po said when ask… Artist or Rich? I’d rather be Rich,” he replied,… sitting on the doorsteps of the Rich.”
Our English teacher, Miss Gredis, was the absolute best. She was a blonde with a long sharp nose. Her nose wasn’t much good but you didn’t notice it when you looked at the rest of her. ...
let me speak as a friend although the centuries hang between us and neither you nor I can see the moon. be careful less the onion blind th…