are promoting another person’s work and not your own. The money end, from my side of it, seems less than nothing, but I realize that from your end with so many things going, different mags, chapbooks, it can get very very big, mountain-like. Well, hope all is ok, and you needn’t write for a while, I realize you are in tough shape—unless you have some suggestions or et al. I feel pretty good that this thing is going thru, although it’s hard to finally realize. [* * *]
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Norman Winski was editor of the little magazine Breakthru.
[To Jory Sherman]
June 28, [1960]
[* * *] Winski, he’s been phoning and I’ve been ducking. Jesus, I can’t see any sense in it but I don’t want to hurt his feelings. He pinned me down and I told him I’d be over to his place last night, but at last minute I phoned his wife and told her something had come up, I couldn’t make it. She sounded pretty hurt and in about 10 minutes the phone started ringing, Winski I suppose and I just laid there slugging down the beer. I guess I’m insane, a mess-up. He told me to bring over some of my poems, wanted me to read something. Jesus, I can’t do that sort of thing, Jory!
[* * *] Do, if you see Sheri, tell her I said hello. She wrote me a wonderful 3 page letter bout Pound and things, almost a poem, the whole thing. Deserves answer but I can’t get untracked. [* * *]
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[To Jory Sherman]
[July 9, 1960]
u in bed weigh & I am answering right off altho I do not know if I have anything to say but will let the keys roll and see what comes off. not me, I hope. No women around. One lugcow just left, sitting on couch all old out of shape red in face fat, jesus I told her I’m really going to heave a big one, one old big shitsigh when u drag it outa here. I’ll have a brew and fall on the springs and begin to dream sweet dreams, only I did not say it in exactly this manner and she laughed. old women everywhere, lord. [* * *]
Spicer stupid to ask if you have read Lorca. Everybody has read Lorca. Everybody has read anything, everything. Why ask. I hate these meetings. Have u read. oh yeah. he’s good. how about. o yeah. he’s good too. [* * *]
Stan phoned yesterday. told him I was going to races. phone me, see me that night. I didn’t hear. guess he pissed. well, what is there to see…me…old man on couch or edge of chair trying to think of something to say, and all the time everybody thinking, is this the guy who wrote those poems? No, it can’t be!
WHAT PEOPLE FORGET IS THAT YOU WRITE THE POEM, YOU DON’T TALK IT .
to hell with everybody but Jory Sherman, S. Martinelli, Pound, Jeffers, T. Williams and the racing form. you are not a bastard and I do not like to hear yourself call urself one, and I am not a saint. let’s go with the poem, straight down the stretch to the wire, first. sure.
Hearse Chapbook no. 4 was Mason Jordan Mason’s A Legionere (1960). Bukowski’s book would be no. 5 in the series .
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[To E. V. Griffith]
August 1, 1960
Again the long silence from Eureka, although I see in Trace 38 you are coming on with more Mason Jordan Mason as fast as Crews can write it, also a couple of more editors. Well, that’s all right. What you do is yours. I hate to bitch, but is anything happening with the Flower and the Fist etc . I have told a couple of more magazines, and few people and I am beginning to feel foolish because as you know, this is the second time around with the same act. Let me hear something or other. Stamped self-addressed enclosed.
Marvin Bell and a couple of others seem to think my “Death of a Roach” in Epos , Winter 1959, is a pretty good poem? Too late to work it in? More loot? You don’t care for poem? Anyway, I’ll be glad when it’s all over. The thing has become more than a few pages of my poems. It has been going on so long that it has become like a disease, an obsession, purgatory, Alcatraz…. how long has it been? 2 years? 3? Please, E.V., be
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Norman Winski was editor of the little magazine Breakthru.
[To Jory Sherman]
June 28, [1960]
[* * *] Winski, he’s been phoning and I’ve been ducking. Jesus, I can’t see any sense in it but I don’t want to hurt his feelings. He pinned me down and I told him I’d be over to his place last night, but at last minute I phoned his wife and told her something had come up, I couldn’t make it. She sounded pretty hurt and in about 10 minutes the phone started ringing, Winski I suppose and I just laid there slugging down the beer. I guess I’m insane, a mess-up. He told me to bring over some of my poems, wanted me to read something. Jesus, I can’t do that sort of thing, Jory!
[* * *] Do, if you see Sheri, tell her I said hello. She wrote me a wonderful 3 page letter bout Pound and things, almost a poem, the whole thing. Deserves answer but I can’t get untracked. [* * *]
----
[To Jory Sherman]
[July 9, 1960]
u in bed weigh & I am answering right off altho I do not know if I have anything to say but will let the keys roll and see what comes off. not me, I hope. No women around. One lugcow just left, sitting on couch all old out of shape red in face fat, jesus I told her I’m really going to heave a big one, one old big shitsigh when u drag it outa here. I’ll have a brew and fall on the springs and begin to dream sweet dreams, only I did not say it in exactly this manner and she laughed. old women everywhere, lord. [* * *]
Spicer stupid to ask if you have read Lorca. Everybody has read Lorca. Everybody has read anything, everything. Why ask. I hate these meetings. Have u read. oh yeah. he’s good. how about. o yeah. he’s good too. [* * *]
Stan phoned yesterday. told him I was going to races. phone me, see me that night. I didn’t hear. guess he pissed. well, what is there to see…me…old man on couch or edge of chair trying to think of something to say, and all the time everybody thinking, is this the guy who wrote those poems? No, it can’t be!
WHAT PEOPLE FORGET IS THAT YOU WRITE THE POEM, YOU DON’T TALK IT .
to hell with everybody but Jory Sherman, S. Martinelli, Pound, Jeffers, T. Williams and the racing form. you are not a bastard and I do not like to hear yourself call urself one, and I am not a saint. let’s go with the poem, straight down the stretch to the wire, first. sure.
Hearse Chapbook no. 4 was Mason Jordan Mason’s A Legionere (1960). Bukowski’s book would be no. 5 in the series .
----
[To E. V. Griffith]
August 1, 1960
Again the long silence from Eureka, although I see in Trace 38 you are coming on with more Mason Jordan Mason as fast as Crews can write it, also a couple of more editors. Well, that’s all right. What you do is yours. I hate to bitch, but is anything happening with the Flower and the Fist etc . I have told a couple of more magazines, and few people and I am beginning to feel foolish because as you know, this is the second time around with the same act. Let me hear something or other. Stamped self-addressed enclosed.
Marvin Bell and a couple of others seem to think my “Death of a Roach” in Epos , Winter 1959, is a pretty good poem? Too late to work it in? More loot? You don’t care for poem? Anyway, I’ll be glad when it’s all over. The thing has become more than a few pages of my poems. It has been going on so long that it has become like a disease, an obsession, purgatory, Alcatraz…. how long has it been? 2 years? 3? Please, E.V., be
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