Chapters (188)
- Cover
- CHARLES BUKOWSKI
- Dedication
- table of contents
- 1
- God’s man
- not normal
- classical
- the puking lady
- depression kid
- burlesque
- first love
- mountain
- field exercises
- what will the neighbors think?
- full circle
- 2
- a place in Philly
- the Kenyon Review and other matters
- big night on the town
- total madness
- on the bum
- society should realize…
- madman
- nazi
- 16 Jap machine gun bullets
- bar stool
- the mirror game
- liar, liar, pants on fire!
- the inspection
- somewhere in Texas
- city boy
- the strange morning outside the bar
- a $15 boy and a $1500 casket
- rosary
- the smirking dark
- two crazies
- a note on the masses
- 3
- Lord Byron
- the weak
- a tough time
- some luck, somehow
- art class
- payoff
- ding-dong
- AFDC for you and me
- I know you
- bone palace ballet
- oh
- what can you do?
- my friend, the parking lot attendant
- last will and testament
- 12 minutes to post
- in the center of the action
- the fool
- the rock
- ah
- room 106
- in other words
- the horseplayer
- the big one
- the parade
- bum on the loose
- going away
- stag
- late payment
- 2 horse collars
- counsel
- the fighter
- my worst rejection slip
- 40,000
- coffeeshop
- poetry readings
- 4
- journey to the end
- upon reading a critical review
- the beautiful lady
- black
- my style
- dead
- a re-evaluation
- snake-eyes
- our world
- how to get rid of the purists
- a curious thing
- the finger
- don’t forget
- last call
- undecent
- one of those
- candy-ass
- the word
- please
- good night, sweet prince
- Dreiser wasn’t so hot either
- cruising
- the way it is
- a final word on no final word
- each man’s hell is different
- the powers that be
- clever
- the poem
- my mail
- walking with the dead
- up through the night
- the fool dines out
- hey, hey, hey
- band-aid
- the dangling carrot
- preparation
- freeway
- 5
- the new homeless
- the mail
- killing life
- wait, it will find us
- the x-factor
- evaluation
- the young
- no return address
- yes sirree!
- snapshot(1985)
- finished?
- the voice of Chinaski
- quotable
- interview
- the lady who looks forever young
- an answer
- a model
- my companion
- the barometer
- the rivers
- dark, and darker
- the room
- the two toughest
- the darkening light
- those good people
- horse fly
- night cap
- action
- playtime
- poem for my 71st birthday
- slow night
- the racetrack salutes you!
- alone
- the joke
- Glasgow
- owl
- Dostoevsky
- my computer
- thanks to the computer
- safe
- 3 blacks
- life like a big tender glove
- the old guy in the piano bar
- nights and years
- quiet in a quiet night
- a little cafe on 6th street
- death in the modern age
- too hot
- the last song
- reunion
- disgusting
- Bach, come back
- the modern life
- mailbag
- self-invited
- old
- the young poets
- Belfast
- the dream
- returning to an old love
- cool fur
- old?
- a problem
- taken
- welcome darkness
- Bach
- great jazz
- a moment
- wondrous
- fact
- there
- About the Author
- BY CHARLES BUKOWSKI
- Copyright
- About the Publisher
“How’d you get that way?”
“maybe I’m not going to tell
you.”
then it was quiet again, there were
6 or 7 guys in that
bar.
I took a hit of my beer.
then I looked at the other guy
sitting next to me.
“you’re not wearing boots,”
I told him.
“didn’t say I was.”
then it got very quiet.
everybody just sat there.
it stayed quiet.
“bartender,” I said finally, “a round of drinks
for everybody.”
they were all drinking beer.
the bartender went about setting up
new beers.
then he was finished.
I put some bills on the bar.
the bartender came down and
took all of them.
he walked down to the register,
hit it and dropped my money
into it.
then he took a rag and mopped
the bar.
I got up and walked to the
door.
then I turned and looked.
the bartender was still mopping
the bar.
the other guys just sat
looking straight ahead.
I turned and walked out
of the bar.
nobody said
goodbye.
the strange morning outside the bar
it had never happened before and one doesn’t
know how such things can
happen.
it was about 11 a.m. and I had stopped
outside for some air.
Danny walked up and I started talking
to Danny.
then Harry walked up and joined us
on the corner.
then I noticed two other men
stop and begin talking
to each other a few feet away.
“let’s go in for a drink,” I said to
Danny and Harry.
“no, it’s nice out here,” said Danny,
“let’s gab awhile.”
so we did.
then I noticed some more men
arrive.
some were talking, others
just stood there.
it happened slowly.
more and more men arrived
at the corner:
it was getting crowded.
it was getting almost
humorous.
there was something
strange in the air,
you could feel it.
there were many voices
now.
and more men arrived.
I don’t know where they
came from.
they stood around
talking,
laughing,
and smoking
cigarettes.
Jim the bartender stuck
his head out the door
and asked,
“hey, what the hell’s
going on out here?”
somebody laughed.
Jim went back inside to
the empty bar.
I began to feel very
strange about it all,
as if the world had
decided to change,
all at once.
there was a feeling of
joy and gamble in
the air.
I believe that everybody
felt it.
it was a powerful energy
let loose and working
upon itself.
then Jack the cop
walked up.
“hey, you guys,
break it up!
what the hell is all
this?”
we all knew Jack,
we drank with him
at night.
soon Jack was standing there
talking and listening
to the others.
Danny grinned, “Jesus,
this is very strange.”
“I like it,” I said.
the whole corner was
crowded with
humanity
finally cut loose and
free,
laughing.
cars slowed down and the
drivers looked out
wondering what was
happening.
we didn’t
know.