#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
He hinted at times that I was a bastard and I told him to listen to Brahms, and I told him to learn to paint and drink and not be dominated by women and dollars but he screamed at me, F...
she sits up there drinking wine while her husband is at work. she puts quite
watch them push the crippled and t… in their wheelchairs on to the electric lift which carries them up into the lon… where each chair is locked down
this man used to be an interesting writer, he was able to say brisk and refreshing things. at the time
awaken at 11:30 a.m. get into my chinos and a clean gre… open a Miller’s, and nothing in the mailbox but the Berkeley Tribe
That evening after dinner Joanna produced some mescaline. “You ever tried this stuff?” Joanna had some paints and brushes and paper spread on the table. Then I remembered she was an art...
had her for 3 units and at mid-term she’d read off how many assignment… stories had been turned in:
naked along the side of the house, 8 a.m., spreading sesame seed oil over my body, Jesus, have I come to this? I once battled in dark alleys for…
30 dogs, 20 men on 20 horses and o… and look here, they write, you are a dupe for the state, the… you are in the ego-dream, read your history, study the monet…
I’m soft. I dream too. I let myself dream. I dream of being famous. I dream of walking the streets of London and
no we can’t we can’t win it I’ve decided we can’t win it just for a while we thought we cou… but that was just for a while
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...
near the corner table in the cafe middle-aged couple sit. they have finished their
he talks like he writes and he has a face like a dove, unt… externals. little shiver of horror runs throu… about
big sloppy wounded dog hit by a car and walking toward the curbing making enormous sounds