#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
the centerfielder turns rushes back reaches up his glove and
there are beasts in the salt shake… and airdromes in the coffeepot. my mother’s hand is in the bag dra… and from the backs of spoons come the cries of tiny tortured animals…
red-eyed and dizzy as I the bird came flying all the way from Egypt at 5 o’clock in the morning, and Maria almost stumbled on her s…
I took it home, opened the beer, got into bed and began. It started well. It was about how Janko had lived in small rooms and starved while trying to find a job. He had trouble with the...
I hear them outside: “does he always type this late?” “no, it’s very unusual.” “he shouldn’t type this
stew at noon, my dear; and look: the ants, the sawdust, the mica plants, the shadows of banks like bad jokes; do you think we’ll hear
another bed another woman more curtains another bathroom another kitchen
like in a chair the color of the s… as you listen to lazy piano music and the aircraft overhead are not at war. where the last drink is as good as
we fought for 17 days inside that… thrusting and counter-thrusting but finally she got away and I walked outside and spit
self-congratulatory nonsense as th… famous gather to applaud their see… greatness you wonder where
Well, I took the scheme sheet and I related everything to sex and age. This guy lived in this house with 3 women. He belt-whipped one (her name was the name of the street and her age th...
The first three or four days at Mears-Starbuck were identical. In fact, similarity was a very dependable thing at Mears-Starbuck. The caste system was an accepted fact. There wasn’t a s...
had her for 3 units and at mid-term she’d read off how many assignment… stories had been turned in:
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 wringing the…
think of de vils in hell and stare at a beautiful vase of flowers as the woman in my bedroom