#AmericanWriters
yes, they begin out in a willow, I… the starch mountains begin out in… and keep right on going without re… pumas and nectarines somehow these mountains are like
the goldfish sing all night with g… and the whores go down with the st… the whores go down with the stars I’m sorry, sir, we close at 4:30, besides yr mother’s neck is dirty,
you may not believe it but there are people who go through life with very little friction or
August 12, 1986 Hello John: Thanks for the good letter. I don… You know my old saying, “Slavery… And what hurts is the steadily dim…
some say we should keep personal r… poem, stay abstract, and there is some r… but jezus; twelve poems gone and I don’t keep…
a symphony orchestra. there is a thunderstorm, they are playing a Wagner overture and the people leave their seats u… and run inside to the pavilion
drunk again at 3 a.m. at the end o… of wine, I have typed from a dozen… poesy an old man maddened for the flesh of young gi…
I read that he lost a suitcase ful… train and that they never were rec… I can’t match the agony of this but the other night I wrote a 3—pa… upon this computer
we are always asked to understand the other person’s viewpoint no matter how out—dated
the mockingbird had been following… all summer mocking mocking mocking teasing and cocksure; the cat crawled under rockers on p…
in the hospitals and jails it’s the worst in madhouses it’s the worst in penthouses
I can remember starving in a small room in a strange city shades pulled down, listening to classical music I was young I was so young it hur…
if I suffer at this typewriter think how I’d feel among the lettuce— pickers of Salinas?
The flies are angry bits of life; why are they so angry? it seems they want more, it seems almost as if they are angry
death wants more death, and its we… I remember my father’s garage, how… I would brush the corpses of flies from the windows they thought were… their sticky, ugly, vibrant bodies
