if I suffer at this typewriter think how I’d feel among the lettuce— pickers of Salinas?

they get up on their garage roof both of them 80 or 90 years old standing on the slant she wanting to fall really all the way

When I awakened a few hours later, Tanya was not in the bed. It was only 9 am. I found her sitting on the couch drinking out of a pint of whiskey. “I always get up at noon. We’re going ...

look there. the one you considered killing you… for. you saw her the other day getting out of her car

a poem is a city filled with stree… filled with saints, heroes, beggar… filled with banality and booze, filled with rain and thunder and p… drought, a poem is a city at war,

nobody goes downtown anymore the plants and trees have been cut… Pershing Square the grass is brown and the street preachers are not a…

yeah sure, I’ll be in unless I’m… don’t knock if the lights are out or you hear voices or then I might be reading Proust if someone slips Proust under my d…

I don’t beat the walls with my fis… I just sit but it rushes in a tide of it. the woman in the court behind me h…

I saw Sara every three or four days, at her place or at mine. We slept together but there was no sex. We came close but we never quite got to it. Drayer Baba’s precepts held strong. We ...

women don’t know how to love, she told me. you know how to love but women just want to leech.

what’s bad about all this is watching people drinking coffee and waiting. I would