Poem by Henry Charles Bukowski

Small Conversation in the Afternoon with John Fante

he said, "I was working in Hollywood when Faulkner was
working in Hollywood and he was
the worst: he was too drunk to stand up at the
end of the afternoon and so I had to help him
into a taxi
day after day after day.

"but when he left Hollywood, I stayed on, and while I
didn't drink like that maybe I should have, I might have
had the guts then to follow him and get the hell out of
there."

I told him, "you write as well as
Faulkner.:

"you mean that?" he asked from the hospital
bed, smiling.

1. sway with me
2. So Now?
3. A Radio with Guts
4. I Can't Stay in the Same Room with That Woman for Five Minutes
5. Having the Flu and with Nothing Else to Do

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