#AmericanWriters
A day or so later I got a poem in the mail from Lydia. It was a long poem and it began: Come out, old troll, Come out of your dark hole, old troll, Come out into the sunlight with us an...
I was glad I had money in the Sav… Friday afternoon hungover I didn’t have a job I was glad I had money in the Sav… I didn’t know how to play a guitar
I didn’t do much the rest of the week. The Oaktree meet was on. I went to the track 2 or 3 times, broke even. I wrote a dirty story for a sex mag, wrote 10 or 12 poems, masturbated, and...
I met a genius on the train today about 6 years old, he sat beside me and as the train
I’d tell them to have an unhappy l… affair, hemorrhoids, bad teeth and to drink cheap wine, avoid opera and golf and chess, to keep switching the head of thei…
you have to have it or the walls w… in. you have to give everything up, th… away, everything away. you have to look at what you look…
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?
we have everything and we have not… and some men do it in churches and some men do it by tearing butt… in half and some men do it in Palm Spring…
the old folks play a game in the park overlooking the sea shoving markers across cement with wooden sticks. four play, two on each side
It was hot that night at the reading, which was to be held at St. Mark’s Church. Tammie and I sat in what was used as the dressing room. Tammie found a full-length mirror leaning agains...
—he’s a dandy —small moustache —usually sucking on a cigar he tends to lean into cars as he transacts business
I’ll settle for the 6 horse on a rainy afternoon a paper cup of coffee in my hand a little way to go,
I didn’t see Lydia for a couple of days, although I did manage to phone her 6 or 7 times during that period. Then the weekend arrived. Her ex-husband, Gerald, always took the children o...
naked in that bright light the four horse falls and throws a 112-pound boy into the hooves
Jack London drinking his life awa… writing of strange and heroic men. Eugene O’Neill drinking himself o… while writing his dark and poetic works.