Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

Small Conversation In The Afternoon With John Fante - Poem by Charles Bukowski

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

I told him, "you write as well as

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

Comments about Small Conversation In The Afternoon With John Fante by Charles Bukowski

  • Rookie Sam Aleks (5/15/2012 12:18:00 AM)

    Fante was Bukowski's god. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Jeff Bearden (10/4/2006 4:24:00 PM)

    Fante, the greatest, the gonest! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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