#AmericanWriters
They are building a house half a block down and I sit up here with the shades down listening to the sounds,
if you’re going to try, go all the way. otherwise, don’t even start. if you’re going to try, go all the way.
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…
often it is the only thing between you and impossibility. no drink,
—he’s a dandy —small moustache —usually sucking on a cigar he tends to lean into cars as he transacts business
I had just won $115 from the heads… was naked upon my bed listening to an opera by one of th… and had just gotten rid of a very… when there was a knock upon the wo…
the critics now have me drinking champagne and driving a BMW and also married to a socialite from
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
Van Gogh cut off his ear gave it to a prostitute who flung it away in extreme
she was hot, she was so hot I didn’t want anybody else to have… and if I didn’t get home on time she’d be gone, and I couldn’t bear… I’d go mad. . .
some people never go crazy. me, sometimes I’ll lie down behind… for 3 or 4 days. they’ll find me there. it’s Cherub, they’ll say, and
he sat naked and drunk in a room o… night, running the blade of the kn… under his fingernails, smiling, th… of all the letters he had received telling him that
they found him walking along the f… all red in front he had taken a rusty tin can and cut off his sexual
Making love in the sun, in the mor… in a hotel room above the alley where poor men poke for bottles; making love in the sun
I got in the shower and burned my balls last Wednesday. met this painter called Spain, no, he was a cartoonist,