#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
the cops want me to come down and… some guy who tried to rape me. I’ve lost the key to my car again;… the key to open the door but not t… to start it.
I had to take a shit but instead I went into this shop to have a key made. the woman was dressed
Cecelia sat and watched us drink. I could see that I repulsed her. I ate meat. I had no god. I liked to fuck. Nature didn’t interest me. I never voted. I liked wars. Outer space bored m...
There were times when Frank and I were friendly with Chuck, Eddie and Gene. But something would always happen (usually I caused it) and then I would be out, and Frank would be partly ou...
I laugh sometimes when I think ab… say Céline at a typewriter or Dostoevsky... or Hamsun...
this man used to be an interesting writer, he was able to say brisk and refreshing things. at the time
The toughest in the station. Apartment houses with boxes that had scrubbed-out names or no names at all, under tiny lightbulbs in dark halls. Old ladies standing in halls, up and down t...
I had agreed to give a reading up north. It was the afternoon before the reading and I was sitting in an apartment at the Holiday Inn drinking beer with Joe Washington, the promoter, an...
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 think of automobiles parked in a parking lot when I think of myself dead I think of frying pans when I think of myself dead
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,
In bed I had something in front o… “Sorry, baby,” I said. Then I ro… Then something awakened me. It wa… “Go, baby, go!” I told her. I arched my back now and then. Sh…
The next thing I knew, I had a young girl from Texas on my lap. I won’t go into details of how I met her. Anyway, there it was. She was 23. I was 36. She had long blonde hair and was go...
looking out the window smoking rolled cigarettes drinking Sanka and watching the workers come on in
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