#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
Her father really hated me. He thought I was after his money. I didn’t want his god damned money. And I didn’t even want his god damned precious daughter. The only time I ever saw him w...
went for a walk on Hollywood Boul… looked down and there was a large… walking beside me. his pace was exactly the same as m… we stopped at traffic signals toge…
you won’t see them often for wherever the crowd is they are not. those odd ones, not
are more beautiful than movie stars and they lounge on the lawn sunbathing
you’ve got to fuck a great many wo… beautiful women and write a few decent love poems. and don’t worry about age and/or freshly-arrived talents.
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
the vultures at the zoo (all three of them) sit very quietly in their caged tree and below
what is it about lobsters and crab… those white-pink shells that always make me hungry just looking at them there in the butcher’s display case
the old fart, he used his literary… to reel them in one at a time, each younger than the last. he liked to meet them for luncheon… wine
is an orange animal with hand grenades fire power
my first and only wife painted and she talked to me about it: it’s all so painful
I was shacked with a 24 year old girl from New York City for two weeks—about the time of the garbage
they go on writing pumping out poems— young boys and college professors wives who drink wine all afternoon while their husbands work,
terrible arguments. and, at last, lying peacefully on her large bed which is spread in red with cool patterns o…
I used to know a dutchman in a Ph… he’d take 3 raw eggs in his beer, 71, still working, strong,