#AmericanWriters
too much too little too fat too thin or nobody.
very tall girl lifts her nose at m… outside a supermarket as if I were a walking garbage can; and I had no desire for her, no more desire
Then the supervisor moved us to a new aisle. We had been there ten hours. “Before you begin,” the soup said, "I want to tell you some– thing. Each tray of this type of mail must be stuc...
Everybody had gym period at the same time. Baldy’s locker was about four or five down from mine in the same row. I went to my locker early. Baldy and I had a similar problem. We hated w...
if you’re a man, Los Angeles is w… battle; or if you’re a woman, and… the rest, you sail it against a mo… when you grow grey you can hide in… in a mansion so nobody can see how…
we take what we can see— the engines driving us mad, lovers finally hating; this fish in the market staring upward into our minds;
all I’ve ever known are whores, ex… madwomen. I see men with quiet, gentle women—I see them in the sup… I see them walking down the street… I see them in their apartments: pe…
I’m big I suppose that’s why my women alwa… small but this 6 foot goddess who deals in real estate
Style is the answer to everything. A fresh way to approach a dull or… To do a dull thing with style is p… To do a dangerous thing with style… Bullfighting can be an art
he sits all day at the bus stop at Sunset and Western his sleeping bag beside him. he’s dirty. nobody bothers him.
they get up on their garage roof both of them 80 or 90 years old standing on the slant she wanting to fall really all the way
if I suffer at this typewriter think how I’d feel among the lettuce-pickers of Salinas?
at the window I watch a man with a power mower the sounds of his doing race like flies and bees
she’s young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankl… and look at my wrists, I have pret… wrists my god,
no way back to Barcelona. the green soldiers have invaded th… madmen rule Spain and during a heat wave in 1952 I b… no way back to the Rock of Gibral…