#AmericanWriters
my father always said, “early to b… early to rise makes a man healthy,… and wise.” it was lights out at 8 p.m. in our… and we were up at dawn to the smel…
Christmas eve, alone, in a motel room down the coast near the Pacific— hear it?
I cut the middle fingernail of the… finger right hand real short and I began rubbing along her cunt
liked D . H. Lawrence he could get so indignant he snapped and he ripped with wonderfully energetic sentenc… he could lay the word down
I was coming home from classes down Westview hill. I never had any books to carry. I passed my exams by listening to the class lectures and by guessing at the answers. I never had to cr...
They are building a house half a block down and I sit up here with the shades down listening to the sounds,
of late I’ve had this thought that this country has gone backwards or 5 de cades
sway with me, everything sad— madmen in stone houses without doors, lepers steaming love and song frogs trying to figure
the boys come up the boys climb up the brown pole as the waterheater gurgles in Spanish
you’ve got to fuck a great many wo… beautiful women and write a few decent love poems. and don’t worry about age and/or freshly-arrived talents.
It was 3 or 4 days before I had to fly to Houston to give a reading. I went to the track, drank at the track, and afterwards I went to a bar on Hollywood Boulevard. I went home at 9 or ...
I had been corresponding with a lady in San Francisco for several months. Her name was Liza Weston and she survived by giving dance lessons, including ballet, in her own studio. She was...
I even hear the mountains the way they laugh up and down their blue sides and down in the water the fish cry
to be writing poetry at the age of… like a schoolboy, surely, I must be crazy; racetracks and booze and arguments with the landlord;
smoking a cigarette and noting a m… flattened out against the wall and died as organ music from centuries back… my black radio