#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
he carried a piece of carbon, a blade and a whip and at night he feared his head and covered it with blankets
That night I gave another bad reading. I didn’t care. They didn’t care. If John Cage could get one thousand dollars for eating an apple, I’d accept $500 plus air fare for being a lemon....
she sits on the floor going through a cardboard box reading me love letters I have wri… while her 4 year old daughter lies… wrapped in a pink blanket and
after the slaughter house there was a bar around the corner and I sat in there and watched the sun go down through the window,
I saw a vacancy sign in the window in front of a rooming-house, had the cabby pull up. I paid him and walked up on the front porch, rang the bell. I had one black eye from the fight, an...
between 2 and 5 p.m. any day and a… Wednesday, it’s 20% off for us old dogs approaching the sunset… it’s strange to be old and not fee… old
my grandfather was a tall German with a strange smell on his breath… he stood very straight in front of his small house and his wife hated him
a woman told a man when he got off a plane that I was dead. a magazine printed the fact that I was dead
That summer, July 1934, they gunned down John Dillinger outside the movie house in Chicago. He never had a chance. The Lady in Red had fingered him. More than a year earlier the banks h...
she wrote me a letter from a small room near the Seine. she said she was going to dancing class, she got up, she said at 5 o’clock in the morning
this is my piano. the phone rings and people ask, what are you doing? how about getting drunk with us? and I say,
people went into vacant lots and pulled up greens to cook and the men rolled Bull Durham or smoked Wings (10 a pack) and the dogs were thin and the cats were thin and the cats learned h...
they go on writing pumping out poems— young boys and college professors wives who drink wine all afternoon while their husbands work,
the legs are gone and the hopes—th… and I haven’t shaved in sixteen da… but the mailman still makes his ro… water still comes out of the fauce… myself with glazed and milky eyes…
I’ll settle for the 6 horse on a rainy afternoon a paper cup of coffee in my hand a little way to go,