#AmericanWriters
I don’t beat the walls with my fis… I just sit but it rushes in a tide of it. the woman in the court behind me h…
light brown stare that dumb blank marvelous light brown stare I’ll take care of it.
first they used to, he told me, gun and bomb the elephants, you could hear their screams over… but you flew high to bomb the peop… you never saw it,
Each night as I got ready to go on in, Joyce had my clothing laid out on the bed. Everything was the most expensive money could buy. I never wore the same pair of pants, the same shirt,...
Sam the whorehouse man has squeaky shoes and he walks up and down the court squeaking and talking to
16 years old during the depression I’d come home drunk and all my clothing— shorts, shirts, stockings—
he talks like he writes and he has a face like a dove, unt… externals. little shiver of horror runs throu… about
one of the first actors to play Ta… Motion Picture Home. he’d been there for years waiting… he spent much of his time running in and out of the wards
places to hunt places to hide are getting harder to find, and pet canaries and goldfish too, did you… that?
Vallejo writing about loneliness while starving to death; Van Gogh’s ear rejected by a whore;
sometimes I forget about him and h… innocence, almost idiotic, awkward… he liked walking over bridges and… to night I think about him, the wa… one felt space between his lines,…
—he’s a dandy —small moustache —usually sucking on a cigar he tends to lean into cars as he transacts business
Bruckner wasn’t bad even though he got down on his knees and proclaimed Wagner the master.
The subs themselves made Jonstone possible by obeying his impossible orders. I couldn’t see how a man of such obvious cruelty could be allowed to have his position. The regulars didn’t ...
“Be quiet. Don’t wake Dancy. She’s my daughter. She’s 6 years I had a 6-pack of beer. Tammie put it in the refrigerator and came out with two bottles. “My daughter mustn’t see anything....