#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
washed—up, on shore, the old yello… out again I write from the bed as I did last year.
god I got the sad blue blues, this woman sat there and she said are you really Charles Bukowski?
there is enough treachery, hatred… human being to supply any given ar… and the best at murder are those w… and the best at hate are those who… and the best at war finally are th…
I had just won $115 from the heads… was naked upon my bed listening to an opera by one of th… and had just gotten rid of a very… when there was a knock upon the wo…
Jane, who has been dead for 31 yea… never could have imagined that I would write a scre… days together and
she wore a platinum blond wig and her face was rouged and powder… and she put the lipstick on making a huge painted mouth and her neck was wrinkled
this man used to be an interesting writer, he was able to say brisk and refreshing things. at the time
the rooms at the hospital went for 550 a day. that was for the room alone. the amazing thing, though, was tha… in some of the rooms
she was in her orange Volks waitin… as I walked up the street with 2 six packs and a pint of sco… and she jumped out and began grabbing the beerbottles…
Making love in the sun, in the mor… in a hotel room above the alley where poor men poke for bottles; making love in the sun
Julio came by with his guitar and… latest song. Julio was famous, he wrote songs a… published books of little drawings… poems.
red summers and black satin charcoal and blood ringing the sheets while snails are stepped on and moths go batty
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…
—he’s a dandy —small moustache —usually sucking on a cigar he tends to lean into cars as he transacts business
The first three or four days at Mears-Starbuck were identical. In fact, similarity was a very dependable thing at Mears-Starbuck. The caste system was an accepted fact. There wasn’t a s...