You Get So Alone at Times电子书

Cover

Title Page

Dedication

Contents

1813-1883

Red Mercedes

Retired

Working it out

Beasts Bounding Through Time-

Trashcan Lives

The Lost Generation

No Help for That

My Non-Ambitious Ambition

Education

Downtown L.A.

Another Casualty

Driving Test

That's Why Funerals are so Sad

Cornered

Bumming With Jane

Darkness

Termites of the Page

A Good Time

The Still Trapeze

January

Sunny Side Down

The Man in the Brown Suit

A Magician, Gone...

Well, That's Just The Way it is

The Chemistry of Things

Rift

My Friend, the Parking Lot Attendant

Miracle

A Non-Urgent Poem

My First Affair with that Older Woman

The Freeway Life

The Player

P.O. Box 11946, Fresno, Calif. 93776

Poor Al

For My Ivy League Friends:

Helping the Old

Bad Times at the 3rd and Vermont Hotel

The Master Plan

Garbage

My Vanishing Act

Let's Make a Deal

16-Bit Intel 8088 Chip

Zero

Putrefaction

I'll Take it...

Supposedly Famous

The Last Shot

Whorehouse

Starting Fast:

The Crazy Truth

Drive Through Hell

For the Concerned:

A Funny Guy

Shoes

Coffee

Together

The Finest of the Breed

Close to Greatness

The Stride

Final Story

Friends within the Darkness

Death Sat on My Knee and Cracked with Laughter

Oh Yes

O Tempora! O Mores!

The Passing of a Great One

The Wine of Forever

True

Glenn Miller

Emily Bukowski

Some Suggestions

Invasion

Hard Times

Longshot

Concrete

Gay Paree?

I Thought the Stuff Tasted Worse than Usual

The Blade

The Boil

Not Listed

I'm Not a Misogynist

The Lady in the Castle

Relentless as the Tarantula

Their Night

Huh?

It's Funny, Isn't It? #1

It's Funny, Isn't It? #2

The Beautiful Lady Editor

About The Pen Conference

Everybody Talks Too Much

Me and My Buddy

Song

Practice

Love Poem to a Stripper

My Buddy

Jon Edgar Webb

Thank You

The Magic Curse

Party's Over

No Nonsense

Escape

Wearing the Collar

A Cat is a Cat is a Cat is a Cat

Marching Through Georgia

Gone

I Meet the Famous Poet

Seize the Day

The Shrinking Island

Magic Machine

Those Girls We Followed Home

Fractional Note

A Following

A Tragic Meeting

An Ordinary Poem

From an Old Dog in His Cups...

Let 'em Go

Trying to Make It

The Death of a Splendid Neighborhood

You Get so Alone at Times That It Just Makes Sense

A Good Gang, After All

This

Hot

Late Late Late Poem

3 A.M. Games:

Someday I'm Going to Write a Primer for Crippled Saints But Meanwhile

Help Wanted

Sticks and Stones...

Working

Over Done

Our Laughter is Muted by Their Agony

Murder

What Am I Doing?

Nervous People

Working Out

How is Your Heart?

Forget It

Quiet

It's Ours

About the Author

By Charles Bukowski

Copyright

About the Publisher