#1973 #AmericanWriters #AtTerrorStreetAndAgonyWay #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame
we had goldfish and they circled a… in the bowl on the table near the… covering the picture window and my mother, always smiling, wanting… to be happy, told me, ‘be happy He…
what you see is what you see: madhouses are rarely on display. that we still walk about and scratch ourselves and light
After nine or ten hours people began getting sleepy and falling into their cases, catching themselves just in time. We were working the zoned mail. If a letter read zone 28 you stuck it...
I tried it standing up this time. it doesn’t usually work. this time it seemed
In the morning I heard her walkin… It was about 10:30 a.m. I was sic… She shook me. “Listen, I want you… “So what? I’ll screw her too.” “Yeah,” she laughed, “yeah.”
live alone in a small room and read the newspapers and sleep alone in the dark dreaming of crowds.
the kid went back to New York Cit… he met in a kibbutz. he left his mother at the age of 32, a well-kept fellow, sense of h… wore the same pair of shorts
as the orchid dies and the grass goes insane, let’s have one for the los… met an old man and a tired whore
30 dogs, 20 men on 20 horses and o… and look here, they write, you are a dupe for the state, the… you are in the ego-dream, read your history, study the monet…
ask the sidewalk painters of Paris ask the sunlight on a sleeping dog ask the 3 pigs ask the paperboy ask the music of Donizetti
To end up alone in a tomb of a room without cigarettes or wine— just a lightbulb
the canaries were there, and the l… and the old woman with warts; and I was there, a child and I touched the piano keys as they talked—
drive to the beach at night in the winter and sit and look at the burned-dow… wonder why they just let it sit th… in the water.
I have lain in bed all day but I have written one poem and I am up now looking out the window and like a novelist might say
these women are supposed to come and see me but they never do. there’s the one with the long scar…