#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
I have seen an old man around town… carrying an enormous pack. he uses a walking stick and moves up and down the streets with this pack strapped to his bac…
I feel gypped by dunces as if reality were the property of little men with luck and a headstart, and I sit in the cold
Abe Mortenson was had enough to be around but he was just a fool. You can forgive a fool because he only runs in one direction and doesn’t deceive anybody. It’s the deceivers who make y...
yeah sure, I’ll be in unless I’m… don’t knock if the lights are out or you hear voices or then I might be reading Proust if someone slips Proust under my d…
up in northern California he stood in the pulpit and had been reading for some time he had been reading poems about nature and the goodness
we had goldfish and they circled a… in the bowl on the table near the… covering the picture window and my mother, always smiling, wanting… to be happy, told me, ‘be happy He…
the higher you climb the greater the pressure. those who manage to endure learn
the other day I’m out at the track betting Early Bird that’s when you bet at the track before it opens)
the dead can sleep they don’t get up and rage they don’t have a wife. her white face like a flower in a closed
the Mexican dancer shook her fans… me and her ass at me, I didn’t ask her to and my woman got mad and ran out of th… it began raining and you could hea…
he lives in a house with a swimmin… and says the job is killing him. he is 27. I am 44. I can’t seem t… get rid of
There was death in that place on the hill. I knew it the first day I walked out the screen door and into the backyard. A zing– ing binging buzzing whining sound came right at me: 10,000...
old grey-haired waitresses in cafes at night have given it up, and as I walk down sidewalks of light and look into windows
keep remembering the horses under the moon keep remembering feeding the horse… sugar white oblongs of sugar
long ago he edited a little magazi… was up in San Francisco during the beat era during the reading-poetry-with-jaz… and I remember him because he neve…