The boys on Dorsey station didn’t know my problems. I’d enter through the back way each night, hide my sweater in a tray and walk in to get my timecard: We had a game going, the black-w...

murdered in the alleys of the land frost-bitten against flagpoles pawned by females educated in the dark for the dark vomiting into plugged toilets

I laugh sometimes when I think ab… say Céline at a typewriter or Dostoevsky... or Hamsun...

no we can’t we can’t win it I’ve decided we can’t win it just for a while we thought we cou… but that was just for a while

I hear them outside: “does he always type this late?” “no, it’s very unusual.” “he shouldn’t type this

my grandfather was a tall German with a strange smell on his breath… he stood very straight in front of his small house and his wife hated him

she’s from Texas and weighs 103 pounds and stands before the mirror combing oceans of reddish hair

stew at noon, my dear; and look: the ants, the sawdust, the mica plants, the shadows of banks like bad jokes; do you think we’ll hear

So gramps wrote Joyce a big check and there we were. We rented a little house up on a hill, and then Joyce got this stupid moralistic thing. “We both ought to get jobs,” Joyce said, “to...

dying for a beer dying for and of life on a windy afternoon in Hollywood listening to symphony music from m… on the floor.

By the time they called me to dinner I was able to pull up my clothing and walk to the breakfast nook where we ate all our meals except on Sunday. There were two pillows on my chair. I ...

I forget the beginning time. 6 or 7 p.m. Something like that. All you did was sit with a handful of letters, take a streetmap and figure your run. It was easy. All the drivers took much...

a symphony orchestra. there is a thunderstorm, they are playing a Wagner overture and the people leave their seats u… and run inside to the pavilion