#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I suppose so. I was living in an attic in Phila… it became very hot in the summer a… bars. I didn’t have any money and… I put a small ad in the paper and…
am sitting on a tin chair outside… death, on stinking wings, wafts th… halls forevermore. remember the hospital stenches fro… was a boy and when I was a man and…
the rag. she sat there, glooming. I couldn’t do anything with her. it was raining. she got up and left.
There was this place. It stretched over the sea, it was built over the sea. An old place, but with a touch of class. We got a room on the first floor. You could hear the ocean running d...
I had agreed to give a reading up north. It was the afternoon before the reading and I was sitting in an apartment at the Holiday Inn drinking beer with Joe Washington, the promoter, an...
dumb, Jesus Christ, some people are so dumb you can hear them splashing around
I’ve watched this city burn twice in my lifetime and the most notable event was the reaction of the politicians in the
first of all, I had a hard time, a… locating the parking lot for the b… wasn’t off the main boulevard wher… the cars all driven by merciless k… were doing 55 mph in a 25 mph zone…
at their best, there is gentleness… some understanding and, at times,… courage but all in all it is a mass, a glo… have too much.
R.O.T.C. kept me away from sports while the other guys practiced every day. They made the school teams, won their letters and got the girls. My days were spent mostly marching around in...
I began receiving letters from a girl in New York City. Her name was Mindy. She had run across a couple of my books, but the best thing about her letters was that she seldom mentioned w...
I went with two ladies down to Venice to look for antique furniture. I parked in back of the store and went in with them.
yesterday drunken Alice gave me a jar of fig jam and today she whistles
we take what we can see— the engines driving us mad, lovers finally hating; this fish in the market staring upward into our minds;
The next day Katherine phoned me. She said she had the tickets and would be landing at L.A. International Friday at 2:30 pm. “Katherine,” I said, “there’s something I’ve got to tell you...