#AmericanWriters
Born like this Into this As the chalk faces smile As Mrs. Death laughs As the elevators break
I’ve always had trouble with money. this one place I worked everybody ate hot dogs and potato chips
I walked into the counselor’s office. It was Eddie Beaver sitting behind the desk. The clerks called him “Skinny Beaver.” He had a pointed head, pointed nose, pointed chin. He was all p...
our marriage book, it says. I look through it. they lasted ten years. they were young once.
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…
hooray say the roses, today is bla… and we are red as blood. hooray say the roses, today is Wed… and we bloom wher soldiers fell and lovers too,
he has on blue jeans and tennis sh… and walks with two young girls about his age. every now and then he leaps into the air and
they called Céline a Nazi they called Pound a fascist they called Hamsun a Nazi and a f… they put Dostoevsky in front of a… squad
the phone rang at 1:30 a.m. and it was a man from Denver: “Chinaski, you got a following in Denver...” “yeah?”
you consult psychiatrists and phil… when things aren’t going well and whores when they are. the whores are there for young boy… men; to the young boys they say,
drive to the beach at night in the winter and sit and look at the burned-dow… wonder why they just let it sit th… in the water.
you have to have it or the walls w… in. you have to give everything up, th… away, everything away. you have to look at what you look…
in the men’s room at the track this boy of about 7 or 8 years old came out of a stall
they say that nothing is wasted: either that or it all is.
it is the man you’ve never seen wh… keeps you going, the one who might arrive someday. he isn’t out on the streets or