#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
dogs and angels are not very different. I often go to this place to eat about 2:30 in the afternoon
there’s a bluebird in my heart tha… wants to get out but I’m too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I’m not goi… to let anybody see
if I suffer at this typewriter think how I’d feel among the lettuce-pickers of Salinas?
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 ...
washed—up, on shore, the old yello… out again I write from the bed as I did last year.
eating cold plums in bed she told me about the German who owned everything on the block except the custom drapery shop and he tried to buy
It was Christmas season and I learned from the drunk up the hill, who did the trick every Christmas, that they would hire damned near anybody, and so I went and the next thing I knew I ...
They had this thing called Training Class, and so for 30 minutes each night, anyhow, we didn’t have to stick mail. A big Italiano got up on the lecture platform to tell us where it was....
they photograph you on your porch and on your couch and standing in the courtyard or leaning against your car these photographers
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.
in the men’s room at the track this boy of about 7 or 8 years old came out of a stall
I go to pick her up. she’s on some errand. she always has errands many things to do. I have nothing to do.
Frank liked airplanes. He lent me all his pulp magazines about World War 1. The best was Flying Aces. The dog-fights were great, the Spads and the Fokkers mixing it. I read all the stor...
he sat naked and drunk in a room o… night, running the blade of the kn… under his fingernails, smiling, th… of all the letters he had received telling him that
I was sitting next to a young girl who didn’t know her scheme very well. “Where does 2900 Roteford go?" she asked me. "Try throwing it to 33," I told her. “You say you’re from Kansas Ci...