#AmericanWriters
a single dog walking alone on a hot sidewalk of summer appears to have the power of ten thousand gods.
Go to Tibet. Ride a camel. Read the Bible. Dye your shoes blue. Grow a Beard.
naked i n that bright light the four horse falls and throws a 112-pound boy into the hooves
a very miraculous thing just happe… my beerbottle flipped over backwar… and landed on its bottom on the fl… and I have set it upon the table t… but the photos were not so lucky t…
I saw a vacancy sign in the window in front of a rooming-house, had the cabby pull up. I paid him and walked up on the front porch, rang the bell. I had one black eye from the fight, an...
dogs and angels are not very different. I often go to this place to eat about 2:30 in the afternoon
majestic, majic infinite my little girl is sun on the carpet—
It was 3 or 4 days before I had to fly to Houston to give a reading. I went to the track, drank at the track, and afterwards I went to a bar on Hollywood Boulevard. I went home at 9 or ...
I laugh sometimes when I think ab… say Céline at a typewriter or Dostoevsky... or Hamsun...
I had Fridays and Saturdays off, which made Sunday the roughest day. Plus the fact that on Sunday they made me report at 3:30 p.m. instead of my usual 6:18 p.m. This Sunday I went in an...
we are always asked to understand the other person’s viewpoint no matter how out—dated
a poem is a city filled with stree… filled with saints, heroes, beggar… filled with banality and booze, filled with rain and thunder and p… drought, a poem is a city at war,
crud, he said, hauling it out of the water, what is it? a Hollow-Back June Whale, I said… no, said a guy standing by us on t…
this one teaches that one lives with his mother and that one is supported by a red… with the brain of a gnat. this one takes speed and has been…
I’m in b ed. it’s morning and I hear: where are your socks? please get dressed!