#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
dying for a beer dying for and of life on a windy afternoon in Hollywood listening to symphony music from m… on the floor.
he talked about Steinbeck and Tho… wrote like a cross between the two… and I lived in a hotel on Figuero… close to the bars and he lived further uptown in a s…
ask the sidewalk painters of Paris ask the sunlight on a sleeping dog ask the 3 pigs ask the paperboy ask the music of Donizetti
he walks up to my Volks after I have parked and rocks it back and forth grinning around his
We had another fight. Later I was back at my place but I didn’t feel like sitting there alone and drinking. The night harness racing meet was on. I took a pint and went out to the track...
225 days under grass and you know more than I. they have long taken your blood, you are a dry stick in a basket. is this how it works?
At 3:30 a.m. my twelve hours were… I set the alarm so that I would b… “What happened, Hank? We thought… “I’m quitting.” “Quitting?” “Yes, you can’t blame a man for wa…
call it th e green house effect or… but it just doesn’t rain like it used to. particularly remember the rains of… depression era.
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...
murdered in the alleys of the land frost-bitten against flagpoles pawned by females educated in the dark for the dark vomiting into plugged toilets
good weather is like good women— it doesn’t always happen and when it does
out of the arms of one love and into the arms of another I have been saved from dying on th… by a lady who smokes pot writes songs and stories,
I laugh sometimes when I think ab… say Céline at a typewriter or Dostoevsky... or Hamsun...
A month went by. R.A. Dwight, the editor of Dogbite Press wrote and asked me to do a foreword to Keesing’s Selected Poems. Keesing, with the help of his death, was at last going to get ...
they found him walking along the f… all red in front he had taken a rusty tin can and cut off his sexual