#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
the ladies of summer will die like… and the lie the ladies of summer will love so long as the price is not forever
is an orange animal with hand grenades fire power
near the corner table in the cafe middle-aged couple sit. they have finished their
Back in L.A., there was almost a week of peace. Then the phone rang. It was the owner of a Manhattan Beach nightclub, Marty Seavers. I had read there a couple of times before. The club ...
I sit here on the 2nd floor hunched over in yellow pajamas still pretending to be a writer.
At 3:30 a.m. my twelve hours were… I set the alarm so that I would b… “What happened, Hank? We thought… “I’m quitting.” “Quitting?” “Yes, you can’t blame a man for wa…
A month went by. R.A. Dwight, the editor of Dogbite Press wrote and asked me to do a foreword to Keesing’s Selected Poems. Keesing, with the help of his death, was at last going to get ...
you haven’t lived until you’ve been in a flophouse with nothing but one light bulb
I went with two ladies down to Venice to look for antique furniture. I parked in back of the store and went in with them.
there’s Barry in his ripped walkin… he’s on Thorazine is 24 looks 38 lives with his mother in the same
he talks like he writes and he has a face like a dove, unt… externals. little shiver of horror runs throu… about
as I go to the escalator young fellow and a lovely young gi… are ahead of me. her pants, her blouse are skintigh… as we ascend
Dee Dee had to pick up her son at the airport. He was coming home from England for his vacation. He was 17, she told me, and his father was an ex-concert pianist. But he’d fallen for sp...
he carried a piece of carbon, a blade and a whip and at night he feared his head and covered it with blankets
I was back in L.A. about a week and a half. It was night. The phone rang. It was Cecelia, she was sobbing. “Hank, Bill is dead. You’re the first one I’ve called.” “I’m so glad you came ...