#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I’ll settle for the 6 horse on a rainy afternoon a paper cup of coffee in my hand a little way to go,
Lydia had two children; Tonto, a boy of 8, and Lisa, the little girl of 5 who had interrupted our first fuck. We were together at the table one night eating dinner. Things were going we...
the lilies storm my brain by god by god like nazi storm troopers! do you think I’m going tizzy?
the higher you climb the greater the pressure. those who manage to endure learn
I sit here on the 2nd floor hunched over in yellow pajamas still pretending to be a writer.
my mother, father and I walked to the market once a week for our government relief food: cans of beans, cans of
it was on the 2nd floor on Coronad… I used to get drunk and throw the radio through the wi… while it was playing, and, of cour… it would break the glass in the wi…
this head like a saucer decorated with everything as lip to lip we hang in mechanical joy; my hands blaze with arias
one of the first actors to play Ta… Motion Picture Home. he’d been there for years waiting… he spent much of his time running in and out of the wards
I was casing next to G.G. early one morning. That’s what they called him: G.G. His actual name was George Greene. But for years he was simply called G.G. and after a while he looked lik...
half-past nowhere alone in the crumbling tower of myself stumbling in this the
“Get a seat for her, put her on the tab,” I told Marty. “All right. We’ll set her up. We’re S.R.O. We’ve had to turn away 150 and it’s 30 minutes before you go on.” “I want to introduce...
crud, he said, hauling it out of the water, what is it? a Hollow-Back June Whale, I said… no, said a guy standing by us on t…
I have just spent one—hour—and—a—h… handicapping tomorrow’s card. when am I going to get at the poem… well, they’ll just have to wait
she reads to me from the New York… which I don’t buy, don’t know how they get in here, but it’s something about the Mafia one of the heads of the Mafia