#AmericanWriters
by God, I don’t know what to do. they’re so nice to have around. they have a way of playing with the balls
some people never go crazy. me, sometimes I’ll lie down behind… for 3 or 4 days. they’ll find me there. it’s Cherub, they’ll say, and
To end up alone in a tomb of a room without cigarettes or wine— just a lightbulb
your life is your life don’t let it be clubbed into dank… be on the watch. there are ways out. there is a light somewhere.
he was 65, his wife was 66, had Alzheimer’s disease. he had cancer of the mouth. there were
when you’re young a pair of female high-heeled shoes just sitting
I met a genius on the train today about 6 years old, he sat beside me and as the train
Go to Tibet. Ride a camel. Read the Bible. Dye your shoes blue. Grow a Beard.
she was hot, she was so hot I didn’t want anybody else to have… and if I didn’t get home on time she’d be gone, and I couldn’t bear… I’d go mad. . .
you may not believe it but there are people who go through life with very little friction or
the mockingbird had been following… all summer mocking mocking mocking teasing and cocksure; the cat crawled under rockers on p…
this man used to be an interesting writer, he was able to say brisk and refreshing things. at the time
the wind blows hard tonight and it’s a cold wind and I think about the boys on the row. I hope some of them have a bottle…
I read that he lost a suitcase ful… train and that they never were rec… I can’t match the agony of this but the other night I wrote a 3—pa… upon this computer
some dogs who sleep At night must dream of bones and I remember your bones in flesh and best