#AmericanWriters
of course, I may die in the next t… and I’m ready for that but what I’m really worried about… that my editor—publisher might ret… even though he is ten years younge…
she writes continually like a long nozzle spraying the air,
very tall girl lifts her nose at m… outside a supermarket as if I were a walking garbage can; and I had no desire for her, no more desire
it sits outside my window now like and old woman going to market… it sits and watches me, it sweats nevously through wire and fog and dog—bark
call it the greenhouse effect or w… but it just doesn’t rain like it u… I particularly remember the rains… depression era. there wasn’t any money but there w…
more wasted days, gored days, evaporated days. more squandered days, days pissed away,
never even in calmer times have I ever dreamed of bicycling through that
it is justified all dying is justified all killing all death all passing, nothing is in vain
sometimes after you get your ass kicked real good by the forces you often wish you were a crane standing on one leg in blue water
they talk down through the centuries to us, and this we need more and more, the statues and paintings in midnight age
I didn’t do much the rest of the week. The Oaktree meet was on. I went to the track 2 or 3 times, broke even. I wrote a dirty story for a sex mag, wrote 10 or 12 poems, masturbated, and...
In the betting line the other day man behind me asked, “are you Henry Chinaski?”
The next time you listen to Borod… remember he was just a chemist who wrote music to relax; his house was jammed with peor e: students, artists, drunkards, bur…
I even hear the mountains the way they laugh up and down their blue sides and down in the water the fish cry
one of the terrible things is really being in bed night after night with a woman you no longer