#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
we have everything and we have not… and some men do it in churches and some men do it by tearing butt… in half and some men do it in Palm Spring…
Graduation Day. We filed in with our caps and gowns to “Pomp and Circumstance.” I suppose that in our three years we must have learned something. Our ability to spell had probably impro...
the dream of a man is a whore with a gold tooth and a garter belt, perfumed with false eyebrows
bluebird there’s a bluebird in my heart tha… wants to get out but I’m too tough for him, say, stay in there, I’m not going
the lilies storm my brain by god by god like nazi storm troopers! do you think I’m going tizzy?
“You ought to try to be like Abe Mortenson,” said my mother, “he gets straight A’s. Why can’t you ever get any A’s?” “Henry is dead on his ass,” said my father. “Sometimes I can’t belie...
terrible arguments. and, at last, lying peacefully on her large bed which is spread in red with cool patterns o…
red face Texas and age he’s at an L.A. racetrack
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.
The track had moved down the coast a hundred miles or so. I kept paying the rent on my apartment in town, got in my car and drove down. Once or twice a week I would drive back to the ap...
my doctor has just come into his o… from surgery. he meets me in the men’s john. “God damn,” he says to me, “where did you find her? oh, I jus…
re-reading some of Fante’s The Wine of Youth in bed this mid-afternoon my big cat
shot in the eye shot in the brain shot in the ass shot like a flower in the dance amazing how death wins hands down
maybe I’ll win the Irish Sweepsta… maybe I’ll go nuts maybe Harcourt Brace will call or maybe unemployment insurance or rich lesbian at the top of a hill.
at the track today, Father’s Day, each paid admission was entitled to a wallet and each contained a