#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
was much easier to be a genius in… only 3 or 4 literary magazines and… or 5 times you could end up in Ger… you could possibly meet Picasso fo… maybe only Miró.
when I look back now at the abuse I took from her I feel shame that I was so innocent,
eating cold plums in bed she told me about the German who owned everything on the block except the custom drapery shop and he tried to buy
here I am in the ground my mouth open and
washed—up, on shore, the old yello… out again I write from the bed as I did last year.
she only fucks the ones she doesn’… to marry. to the others she says you’ve got to marry me. or maybe she just fucks the ones s…
There was this place. It stretched over the sea, it was built over the sea. An old place, but with a touch of class. We got a room on the first floor. You could hear the ocean running d...
this head like a saucer decorated with everything as lip to lip we hang in mechanical joy; my hands blaze with arias
near the corner table in the cafe middle-aged couple sit. they have finished their
here things are tough but they’re mostly always tough. basically I’m just trying to get a… with the female. when you first meet them their eyes
I am watching a girl dressed in a light green sweater, blue shorts,… there is a necklace of some sort but her breasts are small, poor th… and she watches her nails
I was sitting next to a young girl who didn’t know her scheme very well. “Where does 2900 Roteford go?" she asked me. "Try throwing it to 33," I told her. “You say you’re from Kansas Ci...
the phone rang at 1:30 a.m. and it was a man from Denver: “Chinaski, you got a following in Denver...” “yeah?”
the waste of words continues with a stunning persistence as the waiter runs by carrying the… tray
I go to pick her up. she’s on some errand. she always has errands many things to do. I have nothing to do.