#AmericanWriters
There was this place. It stretched over the sea, it was built over the sea. An old place, but with a touch of class. We got a room on the first floor. You could hear the ocean running d...
what i liked about e.e. cummings was that he cut away from the holiness of the word and with charm
invent yourself and then reinvent… don’t swim in the same slough. invent yourself and then reinvent… and stay out of the clutches of medioc…
they’d come around and they’d ask “you finished your 2nd novel yet?” “no.”
sitting on a 2nd-floor porch at 1:… while looking out over the city. could be worse. we needn’t accomplish great things…
now the territory is taken, the sacrificial lambs have been sl… as history is scratched again on t… as the bankers scurry to survive, as the young girls paint their hun…
there is enough treachery, hatred… human being to supply any given ar… and the best at murder are those w… and the best at hate are those who… and the best at war finally are th…
I don’t beat the walls with my fis… I just sit but it rushes in a tide of it. the woman in the court behind me h…
don’t worry about rejections, pard… I’ve been rejected before. sometimes you make a mistake, taki… the wrong poem
another bed another woman more curtains another bathroom another kitchen
the problem, of course, isn’t the… it’s the living parts which make up the Dem… the next person you pass on the st… multiply
I’m in bed. it’s morning and I hear: where are your socks? please get dressed!
this head like a saucer decorated with everything as lip to lip we hang in mechanical joy; my hands blaze with arias
like in a chair the color of the s… as you listen to lazy piano music and the aircraft overhead are not at war. where the last drink is as good as
Some say we should keep personal r… poem, stay abstract, and there is some r… but jezus; twelve poems gone and I don’t keep…