#AmericanWriters
it sits outside my window now like and old woman going to market… it sits and watches me, it sweats nevously through wire and fog and dog—bark
To end up alone in a tomb of a room without cigarettes or wine— just a lightbulb
starving there, sitting around the… and at night walking the streets f… hours, the moonlight always seemed fake to me, maybe it was,
The flies are angry bits of life; why are they so angry? it seems they want more, it seems almost as if they are angry
the night I was going to die I was sweating on the bed and I could hear the crickets and there was a cat fight outside and I could feel my soul dropping…
I read that he lost a suitcase ful… train and that they never were rec… I can’t match the agony of this but the other night I wrote a 3—pa… upon this computer
the wind blows hard tonight and it’s a cold wind and I think about the boys on the row. I hope some of them have a bottle…
I am in this low—slung sports car painted a deep, rich yellow driving under an Italian sun. I have a British accent. I’m wearing dark shades
It’s never quite right, he said, t… the way the music sounds, the way… written. It’s never quite right, he said, a… taught, all the loves we chase, al…
at high noon at a small college near the beach sober the sweat running down my arms a spot of sweat on the table
“Chinaski, you got a following in Denver...” “yeah?” “yeah, I got a magazine and I wan… poems from you...”
some people never go crazy. me, sometimes I’ll lie down behind… for 3 or 4 days. they’ll find me there. it’s Cherub, they’ll say, and
they called Céline a Nazi they called Pound a fascist they called Hamsun a Nazi and a f… they put Dostoevsky in front of a… squad
We are like roses that have never… bloom when we should have bloomed… it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting
dumb, Jesus Christ, some people are so dumb you can hear them splashing around