Every night for fifteen years, I fell to bed drunk

 

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 “Hangman Records,” says Childish, “it’s a bloody joke! All we did was to show people that it’s possible to make records without meaning to make a lot of money. Mind you, we ’re not even managing to do that, but what the hell. We just chuck mountains of stuff at the market and we always hope that something in the heap will turn out sufficiently commercial. Of course, commercial for us means the same as ruinous for others. We are highly talented business losers. We’ve still got some old Milkshakes recordings and with a bit of luck we’ll sell enough to finance the really ‘obscure’ stuff. Music is a really pretty nice old business, people like rhythm and all that stuff, it cheers em up”

 

 

"is that all he can write about, whores and puking?"

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 Coronado Street: 1954 

            listen, I been in the navy and I never heard cussing like you and

            your girlfriend, man, and it lasts all night, every night.

            we got religious people here, children, decent working folk, you’re

            keeping them awake every night and look at this place! everything’s

            broken, when I evict you you’ve got to pay to replace everything, buddy!

            what do you mean, you don’t have no fucking money?

            what do you buy all that booze with?

            credit?

            don’t give me that!

            listen, I want it so quiet in here tonight we’ll be able to hear the

            church mice pray!

            what’s that?

            well, up yours too, buddy!

            and you wanna know what?

            I saw your old lady sucking some guy’s banana in the alley!

            you don’t give a damn?

            what do you give a damn about?

            nothing?

            what kind of shit is that, nothing!

            did you get a lobotomy somewhere along the way?

            I got a good mind to wipe up the floor with you!

            you say I’m the one with a lobotomy?

            hey, don’t go closing the door on me, pal!

            I own this fucking place!

            OPEN UP, BUDDY! I’M COMING IN!

            WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LAUGHING AT?

            HEY, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LAUGHING AT?

Bukowski Blow Out

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Bukowski cried when Judy Garland sang at the N.Y. Philharmonic, Bukowski cried when Shirley Temple sang "I Got Animal Crackers In My Soup"; Bukowski cried in cheap flophouses, Bukowski can't dress, Bukowski can't talk, Bukowski is scared of women, Bukowski has a bad stomach, Bukowski is full of fears and hates dictionaries, nuns, pennies, busses, parkbenches, spiders, flies, fleas, freaks; Bukowski didn't go to war. Bukowski is old,Bukowski hasn't flown a kite for 45 years; if Bukowski were an ape they'd run him out of the tribe -Tales of Ordinary Madness