This collection contains a poem that not only introduced me to Knut Hamsun (who is now one of my favorite authors), but I’ve always kept in mind as a darkly comical motivation for being a writer: How to be a Good Writer Sandra is the slim tall ear-ringed bedroom damsel dressed in a long gown she s always high in heels spirit pills booze Sandra leans out of her chair leans toward Glendale I wait for her head to hit the closet doorknob as she attempts to light a new cigarette on an almost burnt-out one at 32 she likes young neat unscratched boys with faces like the bottoms of new saucers she has proclaimed as much to me has brought her prizes over for me to view: silent blonde zeros of young flesh who a) sit b) stand c) talk at her command sometimes she brings one sometimes two sometimes three for me to view Sandra looks very good in long gowns Sandra could probably break a man s heart I hope she finds one. Love is kind of like when you see a fog in the morning when you wake up before the sun comes out. It’s just a little while, and then it burns away… Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality.” I finished reading "Love is a dog from hell" weeks ago and it's still fermenting like a fine Port wine. the 2nd novel they d come around and they d ask you finished your 2nd novel yet? no. whatsamatta? whatsamatta that you can t finish it? hemorrhoids and insomnia. maybe you ve lost it? lost what? you know. now when they come around I tell them, yeh. I finished it. be out in Sept. you finished it? yeh. well, listen, I gotta go. even the cat here in the courtyard won t come to my door anymore. it s nice.

Christgau, Robert (2000). "E". Christgau's Consumer Guide: Albums of the '90s. St. Martin's Griffin. ISBN 0-312-24560-2 . Retrieved July 8, 2020– via robertchristgau.com. love is a dog from hell my groupie now, if you were teaching creative writing the good life the Greek make it the bull when he first charges in and remember the old dogs who fought so well: Hemingway, Celine, Dostoevsky, Hamsun. if you think they didn t go crazy in tiny rooms just like you re doing now without women without food without hope then you re not ready. drink more beer. there s time. and if there s not that s all right too.a plate glass window junkies 99 to one the crunch a horse with greenblue eyes THREE Scarlet red up and down like a flower in the rain light brown What started in “Orphea” where Khavn turned the Greek myth on its head by having Orpheus being a woman and Euridice a man, finds its apogee in the Bukowski-loaned “ Love is a Dog from Hell”, one of the best works of the Filipino's vast filmography. “Love is a Dog from Hell” is available from Rapid Eye Movies Charles Bukowski’s poetry is polarizing. You either love it or hate it, and after reading “Love is a Dog from Hell,” I’ve found myself in the latter camp. me women don t know how to love, she told me. you know how to love but women just want to leech. I know this because I m a woman. hahaha, I laughed. so don t worry about your breakup with Susan because she ll just leech onto somebody else. we talked a while longer then I said goodbye hungup went into the crapper and took a good beershit mainly thinking, well, I m still alive and have the ability to expell wastes from my body. and poems. and as long as that s happening I have the ability to handle betrayal loneliness hangnail clap and the economic reports in the financial section. with that I stood up wiped flushed then thought: it s true: I know how to love. I pulled up my pants and walked into the other room. First published in 1977, Love Is a Dog from Hell is a collection of Bukowski's poetry from the mid-seventies. A classic in the Bukowski canon, Love Is a Dog from Hell is a raw, lyrical, exploration of the exigencies, heartbreaks, and limits of love.

Love Is a Dog from Hell (first published 1977) is a collection of Bukowski's poetry from the mid-seventies. A classic in the Bukowski canon, Love Is a Dog from Hell is a raw, lyrical, exploration of the exigencies, heartbreaks, and limits of love. Henry Charles Bukowski (born as Heinrich Karl Bukowski) was a German-born American poet, novelist and short story writer. His writing was influenced by the social, cultural and economic ambience of his home city of Los Angeles.It is marked by an emphasis on the ordinary lives of poor Americans, the act of writing, alcohol, relationships with women and the drudgery of work. Bukowski wrote thousands of poems, hundreds of short stories and six novels, eventually publishing over sixty books a b Kaufman, Gil (May 31, 1997). "Maggie Estep Gets 'Vicious' With Lou Reed". MTV . Retrieved February 14, 2014. quiet clean girls in gingham dresses all I ve ever known are whores, ex-prostitutes, madwomen. I see men with quiet, gentle women I see them in the supermarkets, I see them walking down the streets together, I see them in their apartments: people at peace, living together. I know that their peace is only partial, but there is peace, often hours and days of peace. all I ve ever known are pill freaks, alcoholics, whores, ex prostitutes, madwomen. when one leaves another arrives worse than her predecessor. I see so many men with quiet clean girls in gingham dresses girls with faces that are not wolverine or predatory. don t ever bring a whore around, I tell my few friends, I ll fall in love with her. you couldn t stand a good woman, Bukowski. I need a good woman. I need a good woman more than I need this typewriter, more than I need my automobile, more than I need Mozart; I need a good woman so badly that I can taste her in the air, I can feel her at my fingertips, I can see sidewalks built for her feet to walk upon, I can see pillows for her head, I can feel my waiting laughter, I can see her petting a cat, I can see her sleeping, I can see her slippers on the floor. I know that she exists but where is she upon this earth as the whores keep finding me?

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Knox Chandler– arrangement, composition, bass, cello, guitar, loops, production, programming, sampling, vocals, toy piano dark shades prayer in bad weather melancholia a stethoscope case eat your heart out the retreat I made a mistake pounds we were in bed and she started to fight: you son of a bitch! you just wait a minute, I ll get you! I began laughing: what s the matter? what s the matter? you son of a bitch! she screamed. I held her hands as she squirmed. she was a couple of decades younger than I a health food freak. she was very strong. you son of a bitch! I ll get you! she screamed. I rolled on top of her with my 225 pounds and just layed it there on her. uugg, oooo, my God, that s not fair, oooo, my God! I rolled off and walked into the other room and sat on the couch. I ll get you, bastard, she said, you just wait! just don t bite it off, I said, or you ll make a half dozen women very unhappy. she climbed up on the headboard of my bed (it did have a flat though narrow surface) and sat perched there watching the news on tv. the tv faced the bedroom and it illuminated her as she sat up there on the headboard. I thought you were sane, I said, but you re just as crazy as the rest of them. be quiet, she said, I want to watch the news! look, I said, I ll SHUSH! she said. and there she was up on the headboard of my bed really watching the news. I accepted her that way.