#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
My father had two brothers. The younger was named Ben and the older was named John. Both were alcoholics and ne’er-do-wells. My parents often spoke of them. “Neither of them amount to a...
“you know,” she said, “you were at the bar so you didn’t see but I danced with this guy. we danced and we danced close.
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
On Thursday night Bobby phoned again. “Hey, man, what are you doing?” “Oh, come on, man, I’ll just stay for a few beers. . . .” “You treat him mean. He gets lonely when his wife is at w...
the cops want me to come down and… some guy who tried to rape me. I’ve lost the key to my car again;… the key to open the door but not t… to start it.
a house with 7 or 8 people living in it getting up the rent. there’s a stereo never used and a set of bongos
starving there, sitting around the… and at night walking the streets f… hours, the moonlight always seemed fake to me, maybe it was,
outside my window Sunday. I am eating a grapefruit. church is over at the… Orthodox to the west.
have we gone wrong again? we laugh less and less, become more sadly sane. all we want is the absence of others.
I read a book about John Dos Pas… the book once radical—communist John ended up in the Hollywood Hi… and reading the Wall Street Journal
to be writing poetry at the age of… like a schoolboy, surely, I must be crazy; racetracks and booze and arguments with the landlord;
think of the beds used again and again to fuck in to die in. in this land
they photograph you on your porch and on your couch and standing in the courtyard or leaning against your car these photographers
we were in bed and she started to fight: “you son of a bitch! you just wait… I’ll get you!” I began laughing: