#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
“your poems about the girls will s… 50 years from now when the girls a… my editor phones me. dear editor: the girls appear to be gone
if I suffer at this typewriter think how I’d feel among the lettuce— pickers of Salinas?
has been going on for some time. there is this young waitress where… at the racetrack. how are you doing today?” she asks… winning pretty good,” I reply.
old grey-haired waitresses in cafes at night have given it up, and as I walk down sidewalks of light and look into windows
the other day I’m out at the track betting Early Bird that’s when you bet at the track before it opens)
I was hungover again, another heat spell was on—a week of 100 degree days. The drinking went on each night, and in the early mornings and days there was The Stone and the impossibility ...
the swans drown in bilge water, take down the signs, test the poisons, barricade the cow from the bull,
I went to this place to see a movi… on tv Alexander the Great, and here come the armies ta ta ta
I was always a natural slob I liked to lay upon the bed in undershirt (stained, of course) (and with cigarette holes)
I’m soft. I dream too. I let myself dream. I dream of being famous. I dream of walking the streets of London and
a house with 7 or 8 people living in it getting up the rent. there’s a stereo never used and a set of bongos
at the hospital that I have been going to the nurses seem overweight. they are bulky in their
the dead can sleep they don’t get up and rage they don’t have a wife. her white face like a flower in a closed
“What’s a guy like you doing in a place like this?” We got into my car and she told me where she lived. We stopped for a couple of big steaks, vegetables, stuff for a salad, potatoes, b...
take a writer away from his typewr… and all you have left is the sickness which started him