Beerspit Night and Cursing

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Authors: Charles Bukowski and Sheri Martinelli
hella lotta cosmic pressure. yur dear sweet jory hoo is gong ta cross the Yordan just lef town, fonin frum depot…what’re you doing? he asked. What a peccadillo. I was taking a crap.
    Jordan Jory all over town, miscegenation and moil, seeing this person, that person, this person, that person, phoning, drinking, talking, praising phrasing parsley psing aleuta and wow. If he’s gonna cross the Jordan I hope I am not in the same boat.
    He finally dragged me over to Pillin’s wm the. It turned out all right. There was soul there, pottery ceram, piano with very good son like stalk making the keys etna etude and song running up my elbows. very good sun, needs woman, he will die otherwise, they will kill him.
    oh Princess, I have eaten the last slice of your brown bread; it will not be the same when I buy it.
    No, I’m not dr bro smoke, I’m dear brother ashes, please remember.
    Miles? again? why mention? except hilarity and carp.
    Jordanjor also dragged in homo over to my place hoo spoke of his beautiful writhing flicking tongue and etc., sum god damn editor Breakthru , and we went over to his place, he spouted poetry all the way down steps of my apartment hourse horse and wen we got over to his place palace, he changed thro wifefocus, an induveate wife, and she complained later about the drinking. oh, we know all the artists and actors, fine peeple, and Norm, you said you wouldn’t drink anymore…etc. and on, standing there by the table blathering, all nerves, children running about shooting thru doorways like rockets, Norm and Jory sitting there reading their poetry to each other and Buk sitting there sweating and dying, and when she gave the message I got it and grabbed all the beer, threw it into big bag and blew in myhandsomehorsecar that can so flight me frum pain. oh, I had paid for all th beer an I damn well drank all that was left because I got the MESSAGE and helped SAVE them all. After they got rid of me they went out to see the actor Robert Young. oh boy.
    before whathell message she had pulled all the beer outa the refrig. and lined it up along the sink. I went into kitchen and said, what the hell, hoo tooka the beer outa icebox and threw it into sink? I shoulda got the message early but instead I stuffed it all back inside.
    how in the hell can you cross the Jordan when you worry about beer and Robert Young?
    Ginsburg has a bad wire somewhere in the set that lights him up.
    Nobody invented E.Pound. I was going to say he invented us, but that’s too easy, and besides he would have done a better job.
    I was over at girlfriends other nite, and I tol’ her, Jesus, this Sherman is driving me nuts, I don’t know what to do with him.
    Well, she said, maybe he can’t help it, maybe you’re his idol. Everybody has an idol, even you. Ezra Pound is your idol.
    Yes, I said, but look, if Ezra Pound were sitting in the bar right downstairs I would not go into that bar, he would never know.
    Don’t worry about Sherman, she said. If you’ve got it you won’t change. And I think you got it. And I wouldn’t go into that bar downstairs if Jesus Christ were sitting there. Pass the wine…
    The last line is not true about Christ. She would go.
    If I had been a party member in 1940, I would be a party member now. I know that the basics are still there. I am not a political man but I believe all this changing over is weak-souled.
    The Keblah never changes.
    To hell with the West Coast of Africa . I have my own w coast of Africa.
    Ezra can murder; I cannot, or else I would kill sherman.
    don’t worry about poor negro boys with their eyes full of pain. give them a little vanilla icecream, they are playing a game.
    Yesterday I bought 2 86cent shirts made in HONG KONG and I am very proud. Sheri some day u and I and Po’ Li must go to China and we will bring me back a woman who cannot speak english and we will marry and everyday we will simply look at each other in silence and there will be nothing to spoil it, only silence

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