#AmericanWriters
One Sunday Jimmy talked me into going to the beach with him. He wanted to go swimming. I didn’t want to he seen wearing swimming trunks because my hack was covered with boils and scars....
hey, said my friend, I want you to… Hangdog Harry, he reminds me of y… and I said, all right, and we went… this cheap hotel. old men sitting around watching
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
I kept the date in mind. It was never any problem creating a split with Lydia. I was naturally a loner, content just to live with a woman, eat with her, sleep with her, walk down the st...
think of de vils in hell and stare at a beautiful vase of flowers as the woman in my bedroom
these things that we support most… have nothing to do with up, and we do with them out of boredom or fear or money or cracked intelligence;
like the fox run with the hunted and if I’m not the happiest man on earth
Vallejo writing about loneliness while starving to death; Van Gogh’s ear rejected by a whore;
dogs and angels are not very different. I often go to this place to eat about 2:30 in the afternoon
sitting on a 2nd-floor porch at 1:… while looking out over the city. could be worse. we needn’t accomplish great things…
watch you walking with your machin… ah, you’re too stupid to be cut li… you’re too stupid to let anything… the girls won’t use their knives o… they don’t want to
I’m soft. I dream too. I let myself dream. I dream of being famous. I dream of walking the streets of London and
I watched the board and the 6 drop… after a first flash of 18 from a m… of 12...two minutes to post and a… kept jamming against my back, but… I bet 20 to win and walked out to…
the old folks play a game in the park overlooking the sea shoving markers across cement with wooden sticks. four play, two on each side
—he’s a dandy —small moustache —usually sucking on a cigar he tends to lean into cars as he transacts business