Nothing

Streetsign, Boston (picture by kind permission of © Marcy Erb)

Originally published on June 17th 2015 as the first ever post on the laid to rest «Beat Company».


«That’s the problem with drinking, I thought, as I poured myself a drink. If something bad happens you drink in an attempt to forget; if something good happens you drink in order to celebrate; and if nothing happens you drink to make something happen.»

Charles Bukowski in «Women» (1978)


«Convinced we were alone, he opened the door and invited us in. He was fairly tall and fairly old, with a large head and ravaged face. After one glance, I averted my eyes. I didn’t want to hurt his feelings by staring at his scarred, pockmarked skin. Wow I thought, this guy has had a rough life. It looked like a road map to hell imprinted on his face. (…) ‹Have a seat, ladies› he said gesturing towards the sofa. Georgia flopped down and lit a cigarette. She gazed around the room with an awestruck look on her face — as if she were in the Sistine Chapel. She was sitting in her hero’s apartment…»

Pamela «Cupcakes» Wood in «Scarlet, A Memoir» (2010)

She was immortalized in Bukowski’s hilarious novel «Women» where Buk reveals a serious, hard–working passionate and deeply sensitive man. «While reading it I felt as though I was there in the living room with her and Bukowski.» John Fante, the author of «86’d» said.

Tanx at this point also to «The Babe».

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