I had begun to dislike my father. He was always angry about something. Wherever we went he got into arguments with people. But he didn’t appear to frighten most people; they often just ...

I went with two ladies down to Venice to look for antique furniture. I parked in back of the store and went in with them.

old grey-haired waitresses in cafes at night have given it up, and as I walk down sidewalks of light and look into windows

first they used to, he told me, gun and bomb the elephants, you could hear their screams over… but you flew high to bomb the peop… you never saw it,

drive to the beach at night in the winter and sit and look at the burned-dow… wonder why they just let it sit th… in the water.

Again I was on a new route. The Stone always put me on hard routes, but now and then, due to the circumstances of things, he was forced to place me on one less murderous. Route 511 was ...

in the earliest possible day in the blue-headed noon I will telegraph you a boney hand decorated with

It was another Sunday that we got into the Model-T in search of my Uncle John. “He has no ambition,” said my father. “I don’t see how he can hold his god-damned head up and look people ...

near the corner table in the cafe middle-aged couple sit. they have finished their

sit on this bench and look at the sea and the freaks and the lovers. need new eyes a new mouth new pillows, a new woman.

the problem, of course, isn’t the… it’s the living parts which make up the Dem… the next person you pass on the st… multiply

I was sitting with an anarchist from Beverly Hills, Ben Solvnag, who was writing my biography when I heard her footsteps on the court walk. I knew the sound—they were always fast and fr...

long ago he edited a little magazi… was up in San Francisco during the beat era during the reading-poetry-with-jaz… and I remember him because he neve…

the swans drown in bilge water, take down the signs, test the poisons, barricade the cow from the bull,