#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
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.
We were in the air twenty minutes when she took a mirror out of her purse and began to make up her face, mostly the eyes. She worked at her eyes with a small brush, concentrating on the...
they get up on their garage roof both of them 80 or 90 years old standing on the slant she wanting to fall really all the way
The next day in bed I got tired of waiting for the airplanes and I found a large yellow notebook that had been meant for high school work. It was empty. I found a pen. I went to bed wit...
unaccountably we are alone forever alone and it was meant to be that way, was never meant
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…
I’m soft. I dream too. I let myself dream. I dream of being famous. I dream of walking the streets of London and
I had Fridays and Saturdays off, which made Sunday the roughest day. Plus the fact that on Sunday they made me report at 3:30 p.m. instead of my usual 6:18 p.m. This Sunday I went in an...
the schoolyard was a horror show:… freaks the beatings up against the wire f… our schoolmates watching glad that they were not the victim…
the girls are coming home in their… and I sit by the window and watch. there’s a girl in a red dress driving a white car
they’re not going to let you sit at a front table at some cafe in Europe in the mid-afternoon sun. you do, somebody’s going to
the higher you climb the greater the pressure. those who manage to endure learn
The ultra-violet ray machine clicked off. I had been treated on both sides. I took off the goggles and began to dress. Miss Ackerman walked in. “Not yet,” she said, “keep your clothes o...
sick with the flu drinking beer my radio on loud enough to overcome the sounds of the
more wasted days, gored days, evaporated days. more squandered days, days pissed away,