Betting on the Muse
Charles Bukowski
Language: English
Pages: 480
ISBN: 1574230018
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
A perfect accompaniment to Bukowski's letters, this collection of BOTH stories and poems gives you more bang for the buck -- a whopping 402 pages of Bukowski's unique voice. He can spin you a yarn with his story or poem just like he's sitting there having a beer with you. A classic American writer who'll bet his bottom dollar on the working stiff and the tough times -- his Muses -- using the language of a true visionary. If you haven't read Bukowski, isn't it time you started?
the driveway. the man began to play his organ and the monkey danced. the door was flung open and my father rushed out. “what’s all the god-damned noise?” he stood angrily next to the man. “that ape is probably diseased! if he shits on my lawn you clean it up!” “he’s got a rubber diaper on,” said the man, continuing to play the organ. “that’s unnatural! how’d you like to wear rubber diapers?” “they’d look better on you,” the man said,
through the motion, sliced part of an ear from Mickey the Bookie. Suddenly the lights went out. The girls screamed, ran. There was the flash of a gunshot and the pimp dropped his razor and grabbed his belly. “Christ, you chickenshit…” Carl ran out the back way and into the alley and then out of there and west down 6th Street. People were just strolling along and he slowed to a fast walk. He circled the corner and went down to where his car was parked. He got in, kicked it over, looking back at
bleed to death?” “He’s not that lucky.” “Do you think we really stand a chance to get that ransom?” “A damn good chance but we’re going to have to make some tough moves. For two million you’ve got to do a few extra things.” “I still don’t like it. It makes me sick to think about it.” “Kell, I’m not as hard as I pretend to be either. Get me another beer.” “Shit, let’s not do it.” “The old man is calling our hand. We’ve got to. We’ve got no choice.” The Kid bent his head down on the table.
barked again. an evaluation I’ve seen 70,000 horse races and often like this afternoon as the horses slowly approached the gate, I thought, this is insanity, I am murdering the hours, I am tearing my heart out and stamping on it with my feet, this is a madhouse, this is towering stupidity, this is death laughing at me. this is just another 8 hour job. they put them in the gate, the sun came down, a bell rang and they broke from the gate and were off down the
leaving a fashion magazine in a train station. the good soul it’s not enough that he’s one of the richest men on television, he has to reappear on the tube and complain that many other programs are not decent, they are full of obscene words and gestures, or that people are “anti-social,” that they should look up to things that will inspire and purify them. his own program is full of cute children, well-dressed, well- fed, overlooked by a very understanding