#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
the dead dogs of nowhere bark as you approach another traffic accident. cars one standing on its
vain vanilla ladies strutting while van Gogh did it to himself. girls pulling on silk hose
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…
it is justified all dying is justified all killing all death all passing, nothing is in vain
she writes continually like a long nozzle spraying the air,
during my worst times on the park benches in the jails or living with whores
Later in the hospital they were dabbing at my knees with pieces of cotton that had been soaked in something. It burned. My elbows burned too. The doctor was bending over me with a nurse...
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…
It was noon the next day when the phone rang. It was Lydia again. I heard a long insane wail like a wolverine shot in the arctic snow and left to bleed and die alone. . . . I slept most...
you have to have it or the walls w… in. you have to give everything up, th… away, everything away. you have to look at what you look…
64 days and nights in that place, chemotherapy, antibiotics, blood running into the catheter. leukemia.
the kid went back to New York Cit… he met in a kibbutz. he left his mother at the age of 32, a well-kept fellow, sense of h… wore the same pair of shorts
at North Avenue 21 drunk tank you… there was always some guy who woul… way to the crapper and then you would curse him good,… he would know enough to either be…
our marriage book, it says. I look through it. they lasted ten years. they were young once.
There was a gang of us down there. 150 or 200. There were tedious papers to fill out. Then we all stood up and faced the flag. The guy who swore us in was the same guy who had sworn me ...