#Americans #XXCentury #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
I went to this place to see a movi… on tv Alexander the Great, and here come the armies ta ta ta
welcome to my wormy hell. the music grinds off-key. fish eyes watch from the wall. this is where the last happy shot… fired.
this is my piano. the phone rings and people ask, what are you doing? how about getting drunk with us? and I say,
I saw her when I was in the left… going east on Sunset. she was sitting with her legs crossed reading a paperback.
here I’m supposed to be a great po… and I’m sleepy in the afternoon here I am aware of death like a gi… charging at me and I’m sleepy in the afternoon
The track had moved down the coast a hundred miles or so. I kept paying the rent on my apartment in town, got in my car and drove down. Once or twice a week I would drive back to the ap...
at high noon at a small college near the beach sober the sweat running down my arms a spot of sweat on the table
I had agreed to give a reading up north. It was the afternoon before the reading and I was sitting in an apartment at the Holiday Inn drinking beer with Joe Washington, the promoter, an...
great writer remains in bed shades down doesn’t want to see anyone doesn’t want to write anymore doesn’t want to try anymore;
terror finally becomes almost bearable but never quite terror creeps like a cat crawls like a cat
I was asked to give a reading at a famous nightclub, The Lancer, on Hollywood Boulevard. I agreed to read two nights. I was to follow a rock group, The Big Rape, each night. I was getti...
An old man asked me for a cigarett… and I carefully dealt out two. Been lookin’ for job. Gonna stand in the sun and smoke.” He was close to rags and rage
she reads to me from the New York… which I don’t buy, don’t know how they get in here, but it’s something about the Mafia one of the heads of the Mafia
I had to fly to Illinois to give a reading at the University. I hated readings, but they helped with the rent and maybe they helped sell books. They got me out of east Hollywood, they g...
they’d come around and they’d ask “you finished your 2nd novel yet?” “no.”