#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
yesterday drunken Alice gave me a jar of fig jam and today she whistles
it is like this when you slip down, done like a wound-up victrola (you remember those?) and you go downtown
as the orchid dies and the grass goes insane, let’s have one for the los… met an old man and a tired whore
Luckily I had auto insurance that paid for a rental car. I drove Katherine to the racetrack in it. We sat in the sundeck at Hollywood Park near the stretch turn. Katherine said she didn...
New Year’s Eve was another bad night for me to get through. My parents had always delighted in New Year’s Eve, listening to it approach on the radio, city by city, until it arrived in L...
I was sitting next to a young girl who didn’t know her scheme very well. “Where does 2900 Roteford go?" she asked me. "Try throwing it to 33," I told her. “You say you’re from Kansas Ci...
here comes the fishhead singing here comes the baked potato in dra… here comes nothing to do all day l… here comes another night of no sle… here comes the phone ringing the w…
he talked about Steinbeck and Tho… wrote like a cross between the two… and I lived in a hotel on Figuero… close to the bars and he lived further uptown in a s…
the feelings I get driving past the railroad yard never on purpose but on my way to… are the feelings other men have fo… see the tracks and all the boxcars
red-eyed and dizzy as I the bird came flying all the way from Egypt at 5 o’clock in the morning, and Maria almost stumbled on her s…
at one stage in my life I met a man who claimed to have visited Pound at St. Elizabeths. then I met a woman who not only claimed to have visited
I’m out of matches. the springs in my couch are broken. they stole my footlocker. they stole my oil painting of
absolutely sesamoid said the skeleton shoving his chalky foot upon my desk, and that was it,
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
this man sometimes forgets who he is. sometimes he thinks he’s the Pope. other times he thinks he’s a