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it was up in San Francisco after my poetry reading. it had been a nice crowd I had gotten my money I had this place upstairs
Bach, I said, he had 20 children. he played the horses during the da… he f—ed at night and drank in the mornings. he wrote music in between.
he said, “I was working in Hollyw… working in Hollywood and he was the worst: he was too drunk to sta… end of the afternoon and so I had… into a taxi
one of Lorca’s best lines is, “agony, always agony ...” think of this when you
at the track today, Father’s Day, each paid admission was entitled to a wallet and each contained a
you go for these wenches, she said… you go for these whores, I’ll bore you. I don’t want to be shit on anymore… I said,
Markov claims I am trying to stab his soul but I’d prefer his wife. put my feet on the coffee table and he says,
between 2 and 5 p.m. any day and a… Wednesday, it’s 20% off for us old dogs approaching the sunset… it’s strange to be old and not fee… old
she was a short one getting fat and she had once been beautiful and she drank the wine she drank the wine in bed and
The next night as they moved the group from the main build– ing to the training building, I stopped to talk to Gus the old newsboy. Gus had once been 3rd-ranked welterweight contender b...
see this poem? was written without drinking. don’t need to drink to write.
he talked about Steinbeck and Tho… wrote like a cross between the two… and I lived in a hotel on Figuero… close to the bars and he lived further uptown in a s…
call it th e green house effect or… but it just doesn’t rain like it used to. particularly remember the rains of… depression era.
what you see is what you see: madhouses are rarely on display. that we still walk about and scratch ourselves and light
Either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when I was a young man I felt these things were dumb, unsophisticated.