#AmericanWriters
“What’s a guy like you doing in a place like this?” We got into my car and she told me where she lived. We stopped for a couple of big steaks, vegetables, stuff for a salad, potatoes, b...
if you’re a man, Los Angeles is w… battle; or if you’re a woman, and… the rest, you sail it against a mo… when you grow grey you can hide in… in a mansion so nobody can see how…
Long walks at night— that’s what good for the soul: peeking into windows watching tired housewives trying to fight off
our marriage book, it says. I look through it. they lasted ten years. they were young once.
dogs and angels are not very different. I often go to this place to eat about 2:30 in the afternoon
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...
the soldiers march without guns the graves are empty peacocks glide in the rain down stairways march great men smi… there is food enough and rent enou…
It was Christmas season and I learned from the drunk up the hill, who did the trick every Christmas, that they would hire damned near anybody, and so I went and the next thing I knew I ...
red hair real she whirled it and she asked “is my ass still on?”
the illusion is that you are simpl… reading this poem. the reality is that this is more than a poem.
Markov claims I am trying to stab his soul but I’d prefer his wife. put my feet on the coffee table and he says,
Style is the answer to everything. A fresh way to approach a dull or… To do a dull thing with style is p… To do a dangerous thing with style… Bullfighting can be an art
I had to take a shit but instead I went into this shop to have a key made. the woman was dressed
Then there were only 6 or 7 of us.… “How you doing on your scheme, Ch… “No trouble at all,” I said. “O.… “Yes, Woodburn.” “Listen, I don’t like to be bothe…
the goldfish sing all night with g… and the whores go down with the st… the whores go down with the stars I’m sorry, sir, we close at 4:30, besides yr mother’s neck is dirty,