#AmericanWriters
the wind blows hard tonight and it’s a cold wind and I think about the boys on the row. I hope some of them have a bottle…
she was a short one getting fat and she had once been beautiful and she drank the wine she drank the wine in bed and
I even hear the mountains the way they laugh up and down their blue sides and down in the water the fish cry
yes, they begin out in a willow, I… the starch mountains begin out in… and keep right on going without re… pumas and nectarines somehow these mountains are like
There are sketches on the walls of… and outside a large green bus swer… insanity sprung from a waving line… says the radio, and Jane Austin,… "I am going to do her portrait on…
here I am in the ground my mouth open and
I laugh sometimes when I think ab… say Céline at a typewriter or Dostoevsky... or Hamsun...
dumb, Jesus Christ, some people are so dumb you can hear them splashing around
he lives in a house with a swimmin… and says the job is killing him. he is 27. I am 44. I can’t seem t… get rid of
your life is your life don’t let it be clubbed into dank… be on the watch. there are ways out. there is a light somewhere.
I can see myself now after all these suicide days and n… being wheeled out of one of those… (of course, this is only if I get… by a subnormal and bored nurse
drunk on the dark streets of some… it’s night, you’re lost, where’s y… room? you enter a bar to find yourself, order scotch and water.
Jane, who has been dead for 31 yea… never could have imagined that I would write a scre… days together and
not much chance, completely cut loose from purpose, he was a young man riding a bus
I can’t have it and you can’t have it and we won’t get it so don’t bet on it