#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
the motion of the human heart: strangled over Missouri; sheathed in hot wax in Boston; burned like a potato in Norfolk; lost in the Allegheny Mountains;
here comes the fishhead singing here comes the baked potato in dra… here comes nothing to do all day l… here comes another night of no sle… here comes the phone wringing the…
We are like roses that have never… bloom when we should have bloomed… it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting
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
after the slaughter house there was a bar around the corner and I sat in there and watched the sun go down through the window,
my grandmother had a serious gas problem. we only saw her on Sunday. she’d sit down to dinner and she’d have gas.
these boys have got class they ought to make kings out of old men rolling cigarettes in rooms small enough
I was back in L.A. about a week and a half. It was night. The phone rang. It was Cecelia, she was sobbing. “Hank, Bill is dead. You’re the first one I’ve called.” “I’m so glad you came ...
welcome to my wormy hell. the music grinds off-key. fish eyes watch from the wall. this is where the last happy shot… fired.
Within a day or two, about 1 pm in the afternoon there was a knock at my door. It was a painter, Monty Riff, or so he informed me. He also told me that I used to get drunk with him when...
this man used to be an interesting writer, he was able to say brisk and refreshing things. at the time
if you’re a man, Los Angeles is w… battle; or if you’re a woman, and… the rest, you sail it against a mo… when you grow grey you can hide in… in a mansion so nobody can see how…
she pulled her dress off over her head and I saw the panties indented somewhat into the crotch.
“...I’ve seen people in front of their typewriters in such a bind that it would blow their intestine… right out of their assholes if the… were trying to shit.”
I have been painting these last tw… it’s not much, you’re correct, but in this tournament great dream… history removes her dress and beco… and I have awakened in the morning