#AmericanWriters
Bruckner wasn’t bad even though he got down on his knees and proclaimed Wagner the master.
absolutely sesamoid said the skeleton shoving his chalky foot upon my desk, and that was it,
I used to know a dutchman in a Ph… he’d take 3 raw eggs in his beer, 71, still working, strong,
the telephone has not been kind of… of late there have been more and m… from people who want to come over… from people who are depressed from people who are lonely
Every night was about the same. I’d drive along the coast looking for a place to have dinner. I wanted an expensive place that wasn’t too crowded. I developed a nose for those places. I...
I’m in bed. it’s morning and I hear: where are your socks? please get dressed!
The reading in Vancouver went through, $500 plus air fare and lodging. The sponsor, Bart Mcintosh, was nervous about crossing the border. I was to fly to Seattle, he’d meet me there and...
she left me 5 weeks ago and went t… that is, I think she left. the other day I went out to mail h… and I saw her sitting on the bus s… it was her hair there
they’re not going to let you sit at a front table at some cafe in Europe in the mid-afternoon sun. you do, somebody’s going to
a woman, a tire that’s flat, a disease, a desire: fears in front of you, fears that hold so still
stew at noon, my dear; and look: the ants, the sawdust, the mica plants, the shadows of banks like bad jokes; do you think we’ll hear
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…
up in northern California he stood in the pulpit and had been reading for some time he had been reading poems about nature and the goodness
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…
oh, how worried they are about my soul! I get letters the phone rings... “are you going to be all right?”