#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
with old cars, especially when you… and drive them for many years a love affair is inevitable: you even learn to accept their little
great writer remains in bed shades down doesn’t want to see anyone doesn’t want to write anymore doesn’t want to try anymore;
this fear of being what they are: dead. at least they are not out on the s… are careful to stay indoors, those pasty mad who sit alone before the…
you sit on the couch with me tonight new woman. have you seen the
One morning a few days later I entered Lydia’s courtyard as she was walking in from the alley. She had been over to see her friend Tina who lived in an apartment house on the corner. Sh...
keep remembering the horses under the moon keep remembering feeding the horse… sugar white oblongs of sugar
it beats love because there aren’t… wounds: in the morning she turns on the radio, Brahms or… or Stravinsky or Mozart. she boil… eggs counting the seconds out loud…
at their best, there is gentleness… some understanding and, at times,… courage but all in all it is a mass, a glo… have too much.
Sunday, I am eating a grapefruit, church is over at the… Orthadox to the west. she is dark
here comes the fishhead singing here comes the baked potato in dra… here comes nothing to do all day l… here comes another night of no sle… here comes the phone ringing the w…
That night I took Tammie to the harness races. We went upstairs to the second deck and sat down. I brought her a program and she stared at it a while. (At the harness races, past perfor...
That Tuesday night we were sitting at my place drinking; Tammie, me and her brother, Jay. The phone rang. It was Bobby. “Louie and his wife are down here and she’d like to meet you.” Lo...
you’re a beast, she said your big white belly and those hairy feet. you never cut your nails and you have fat hands
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
we were in bed and she started to fight: “you son of a bitch! you just wait… I’ll get you!” I began laughing: