#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
now more and more all these people running around wearing the American Flag Shirt and it was more or less once assum… think but I’m not sure)
what you see is what you see: madhouses are rarely on display. that we still walk about and scratch ourselves and light
It was another Sunday that we got into the Model-T in search of my Uncle John. “He has no ambition,” said my father. “I don’t see how he can hold his god-damned head up and look people ...
he’s 17 . mother, he said, how do I crack an egg? all right, she said to me, you don… sit there looking like that.
it sits outside my window now like and old woman going to market… it sits and watches me, it sweats nevously through wire and fog and dog—bark
“she shoots up in the neck,” she t… me. I told her to stick it into my ass and she tried and said, “oh oh… and I said, “what the hell’s the m… she said, “nothing, this is New Y…
nobody goes downtown anymore the plants and trees have been cut… Pershing Square the grass is brown and the street preachers are not a…
he said, “I was working in Hollyw… working in Hollywood and he was the worst: he was too drunk to sta… end of the afternoon and so I had… into a taxi
see this poem? was written without drinking. don’t need to drink to write.
they called Céline a Nazi they called Pound a fascist they called Hamsun a Nazi and a f… they put Dostoevsky in front of a… squad
Again I was on a new route. The Stone always put me on hard routes, but now and then, due to the circumstances of things, he was forced to place me on one less murderous. Route 511 was ...
Her father really hated me. He thought I was after his money. I didn’t want his god damned money. And I didn’t even want his god damned precious daughter. The only time I ever saw him w...
It was hot that night at the reading, which was to be held at St. Mark’s Church. Tammie and I sat in what was used as the dressing room. Tammie found a full-length mirror leaning agains...
terrible arguments. and, at last, lying peacefully on her large bed which is spread in red with cool patterns o…
women don’t know how to love, she told me. you know how to love but women just want to leech.