#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
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I was casing next to G.G. early one morning. That’s what they called him: G.G. His actual name was George Greene. But for years he was simply called G.G. and after a while he looked lik...
I drank for the next week. I drank night and day and wrote 25 or 30 mournful poems about lost love. It was Friday night when the phone rang. It was Mercedes. “I got married,” she said, ...
majestic, magic infinite my little girl is sun on the carpet—
I had been sleeping on a terrible mattress with the springs sticking into me for several years. That afternoon when I awakened I pulled the mattress off the bed, dragged it outside, and...
you’re a beast, she said your big white belly and those hairy feet. you never cut your nails and you have fat hands
now more and more all these people running around wearing the American Flag Shirt and it was more or less once assum… think but I’m not sure)
I was 50 years old and hadn’t been to bed with a woman for four years. I had no women friends. I looked at them as I passed them on the streets or wherever I saw them, but I looked at t...
good weather is like good women— it doesn’t always happen and when it does
there he is: not too many hangovers not too many fights with women not too many flat tires never a thought of suicide
“Be quiet. Don’t wake Dancy. She’s my daughter. She’s 6 years I had a 6-pack of beer. Tammie put it in the refrigerator and came out with two bottles. “My daughter mustn’t see anything....
you consult psychiatrists and phil… when things aren’t going well and whores when they are. the whores are there for young boy… men; to the young boys they say,
I was fairly drunk when it began and I took out my bottle and… along the way. I was reading a wee… Kandel and I did not look quite a… pretty but
64 days and nights in that place, chemotherapy, antibiotics, blood running into the catheter. leukemia.
washed—up, on shore, the old yello… out again I write from the bed as I did last year.