#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
Jimmy Hatcher worked part time in a grocery store. While none of us could get jobs he could always get one. He had his little movie star face and his mother had a great body. With his f...
once starving in Philadelphia I had a small room it was evening going into night and I stood at my window on the 3r…
The track had moved down the coast a hundred miles or so. I kept paying the rent on my apartment in town, got in my car and drove down. Once or twice a week I would drive back to the ap...
once we were young at this machine. . . drinking
we fought for 17 days inside that… thrusting and counter-thrusting but finally she got away and I walked outside and spit
One night my father took me on his milk route. There were no longer any horsedrawn wagons. The milk trucks now had engines. After loading up at the milk company we drove off on his rout...
if I suffer at this typewriter think how I’d feel among the lettuce-pickers of Salinas?
they photograph you on your porch and on your couch and standing in the courtyard or leaning against your car these photographers
we tried to hide it in the house s… neighbors wouldn’t see. was difficult, sometimes we both h… be gone at once and when we return… there would be excreta and urine a…
all I’ve ever known are whores, ex… madwomen. I see men with quiet, gentle women—I see them in the sup… I see them walking down the street… I see them in their apartments: pe…
watch them push the crippled and t… in their wheelchairs on to the electric lift which carries them up into the lon… where each chair is locked down
During the second and third grades I still didn’t get a chance to play baseball but I knew that somehow I was developing into a player. If I ever got a bat in my hands again I knew I wo...
the guy in the front court can’t speak English, he’s Greek, a rather stupid-looking and fairly ugly man. now my landlord does some painting…
yes, they begin out in a willow, I… the starch mountains begin out in… and keep right on going without re… pumas and nectarines somehow these mountains are like
we take what we can see— the engines driving us mad, lovers finally hating; this fish in the market staring upward into our minds;