#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
I tried it standing up this time. it doesn’t usually work. this time it seemed
I suppose like any other boy I had one best friend in the neigh… his name was Eugene and he was big… than I was and one year older. Eugene used to whip me pretty good…
I only met one student at City College that I liked, Robert Becker. He wanted to be a writer. “I’m going to learn everything there is to learn about writing. It will be like taking a ca...
there’s a bluebird in my heart tha… wants to get out but I’m too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I’m not goi… to let anybody see
the bulls are grand as the side of… and although they kill them for th… it is the bull that burns the fire… and although there are cowardly bu… there are cowardly matadors and co…
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)
not much chance, completely cut loose from purpose, he was a young man riding a bus
We are like roses that have never… bloom when we should have bloomed… it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting
we take what we can see— the engines driving us mad, lovers finally hating; this fish in the market staring upward into our minds;
he was 65, his wife was 66, had Alzheimer’s disease. he had cancer of the mouth. there were
Our man was there to meet us, Gary Benson. He also wrote poetry and drove a cab. He was very fat but at least he didn’t look like a poet, he didn’t look North Beach or East Village or l...
I know a woman who keeps buying puzzles Chinese puzzles blocks
twitching in the sheets— to face the sunlight again, that’s clearly trouble. I like the city better when the
there are many single women in the… with one or two or three children and one wonders where the husbands have gone or where the lovers have gone
strange warmth, hot and cold femal… I make good love, but love isn’t j… sex. most females I’ve known are ambitious, and I like to lie aroun… on large comfortable pillows at 3…