#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
sick with the flu drinking beer my radio on loud enough to overcome the sounds of the
the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break
she was in her orange Volks waitin… as I walked up the street with 2 six packs and a pint of sco… and she jumped out and began grabbing the beerbottles…
Go to Tibet. Ride a camel. Read the Bible. Dye your shoes blue. Grow a Beard.
at one stage in my life I met a man who claimed to have visited Pound at St. Elizabeths. then I met a woman who not only claimed to have visited
I know a woman who keeps buying puzzles Chinese puzzles blocks
these women are supposed to come and see me but they never do. there’s the one with the long scar…
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…
I saw a vacancy sign in the window in front of a rooming-house, had the cabby pull up. I paid him and walked up on the front porch, rang the bell. I had one black eye from the fight, an...
That Tuesday night we were sitting at my place drinking; Tammie, me and her brother, Jay. The phone rang. It was Bobby. “Louie and his wife are down here and she’d like to meet you.” Lo...
there are many single women in the… with one or two or three children and one wonders where the husbands have gone or where the lovers have gone
“...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.”
unaccountably we are alone forever alone and it was meant to be that way, was never meant
a woman told a man when he got off a plane that I was dead. a magazine printed the fact that I was dead
I was shacked with a 24 year old girl from New York City for two weeks—about the time of the garbage