#AmericanWriters
sway with me, everything sad— madmen in stone houses without doors, lepers steaming love and song frogs trying to figure
was much easier to be a genius in… only 3 or 4 literary magazines and… or 5 times you could end up in Ger… you could possibly meet Picasso fo… maybe only Miró.
I stayed five days and nights. Then I couldn’t get it up any more. Joanna drove me to the airport. She had bought me a new piece of luggage and some new clothing. I hated that Dallas-Fo...
I feel gypped by dunces as if reality were the property of little men with luck and a headstart, and I sit in the cold
sitting on a 2nd-floor porch at 1:… while looking out over the city. could be worse. we needn’t accomplish great things…
in the winter walking on my ceiling my eyes the size of street… I have 4 feet like a mouse but wash my own underwear—bearded and hungover and a hard-on and no lawy…
it’s the same as before or the other time or the time before that. here’s a cock and here’s a cunt
you no faces no faces at all laughing at nothing—
the schoolyard was a horror show:… freaks the beatings up against the wire f… our schoolmates watching glad that they were not the victim…
Lydia liked parties. And Harry was a party-giver. So we were on our way to Harry Ascot’s. Harry was the editor of Retort, a little magazine. His wife wore long see-through dresses, show...
I have been painting these last tw… it’s not much, you’re correct, but in this tournament great dream… history removes her dress and beco… and I have awakened in the morning
I keep thinking it will be outside now waiting for me blue front bumper twisted
in the hospitals and jails it’s the worst in madhouses it’s the worst in penthouses
a woman, a tire that’s flat, a disease, a desire: fears in front of you, fears that hold so still
I am a panther shut up and bellowi… cement walls, and I am angry at bl… evenings without ventilation and I am angry with you, and it wi… like a rose