#AmericanWriters
too much too little too fat too thin or nobody. laughter or
it sits outside my window now like and old woman going to market… it sits and watches me, it sweats nevously through wire and fog and dog—bark
being the German kid in the 20’s i… was difficult. there was much anti-German feeling… a carry-over from World War 1. gangs of kids chased me through th…
I still get letters in the mail, m… men in tiny rooms with factory job… living with whores or no woman at… booze and madness. Most of their letters are on lined…
There are sketches on the walls of… and outside a large green bus swer… insanity sprung from a waving line… says the radio, and Jane Austin,… "I am going to do her portrait on…
drunk again at 3 a.m. at the end o… of wine, I have typed from a dozen… poesy an old man maddened for the flesh of young gi…
“you know,” she said, “you were at the bar so you didn’t see but I danced with this guy. we danced and we danced close.
often it is the only thing between you and impossibility. no drink,
“what?” they say, “you got a computer?” it’s like I have sold out to the enemy. I had no idea so many
not much chance, completely cut loose from purpose, he was a young man riding a bus
by God, I don’t know what to do. they’re so nice to have around. they have a way of playing with the balls
it takes a lot of desperation dissatisfaction
I read last Saturday in the redwoods outside of Santa Cruz and I was about 3/4's finished when I heard a long high scream and a quite attractive
the history of melancholia includes all of us. me, I writhe in dirty sheets while staring at blue walls and nothing.
I reached up into the top of the c… and took out a pair of blue pantie… and showed them to her and asked “are these yours?”