#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
I took Tanya to the airport the next afternoon. We had a drink in the same bar. The high-yellow wasn’t around; all that leg was with somebody else. “No. You love sex and there’s nothing...
washed—up, on shore, the old yello… out again I write from the bed as I did last year.
Vallejo writing about loneliness while starving to death; Van Gogh’s ear rejected by a whore;
keep r emembering the horses under the moon keep remembering feeding the horse… sugar white oblongs of sugar
the goldfish sing all night with g… and the whores go down with the st… the whores go down with the stars I’m sorry, sir, we close at 4:30, besides yr mother’s neck is dirty,
what i liked about e.e. cummings was that he cut away from the holiness of the word and with charm
I still get letters in the mail, m… men in tiny rooms with factory job… living with whores or no woman at… booze and madness. Most of their letters are on lined…
think of the beds used again and again to fuck in to die in. in this land
was o n the train to Del Mar and… to go to the bar car. I had a beer… back and sat down. pardon me,” said the lady next to… sitting in my husband’s seat.”
she wrote me a letter from a small room near the Seine. she said she was going to dancing class, she got up, she said at 5 o’clock in the morning
I don’t know how many bottles of b… I have consumed while waiting for… to get better. I don’t know how much wine and whi… and beer
One night I was coming around the corner after sneaking down to the cafeteria for a pack of smokes. And there was a face I knew. It was Tom Moto! The guy I had subbed with under The Sto...
too much too little too fat too thin or nobody.
At 3:30 a.m. my twelve hours were… I set the alarm so that I would b… “What happened, Hank? We thought… “I’m quitting.” “Quitting?” “Yes, you can’t blame a man for wa…
up in northern California he stood in the pulpit and had been reading for some time he had been reading poems about nature and the goodness