#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
the drifting of the mind. the slow loss, the leaking away. one’s demise is not very interesti… from my bed I watch 3 birds throug… one coal black, one dark brown, th…
I saw her when I was in the left… going east on Sunset. she was sitting with her legs crossed reading a paperback.
I sat in the airport and waited. You never knew about photos. You could never tell. I was nervous. I felt like vomiting. I lit a cigarette and gagged. Why did I do these things? I didn’...
the soldiers march without guns the graves are empty peacocks glide in the rain down stairways march great men smi… there is food enough and rent enou…
Back in L.A., there was almost a week of peace. Then the phone rang. It was the owner of a Manhattan Beach nightclub, Marty Seavers. I had read there a couple of times before. The club ...
Marina Louise, Fay named the child. So there it was, Marina Louise Chinaski. In the crib by the window. Looking up at the tree leafs and bright designs whirling on the ceiling. Then she...
That night I managed to get 2 or 3 drinks into Cecelia. She forgot herself and crossed her legs high and I saw some good heavy flank. Durable. A cow of a woman, cow’s breasts, cow’s eye...
I hear them outside: “does he always type this late?” “no, it’s very unusual.” “he shouldn’t type this
Mindy stayed about a week. I introduced her to my friends. We went places. But nothing was resolved. I couldn’t climax. She didn’t seem to mind. It was strange. Around 10:45 PM one even...
Sunday, I am eating a grapefruit, church is over at the… Orthadox to the west. she is dark
I see old people on pensions in th… supermarkets and they are thin and… proud and they are dying they are starving on their feet an… nothing. long ago, among other lie…
the girls are coming home in their… and I sit by the window and watch. there’s a girl in a red dress driving a white car
the essence of the belly like a white balloon sacked is disturbing like the running of feet on the stairs
we were in bed and she started to fight: “you son of a bitch! you just wait… I’ll get you!” I began laughing:
you won’t see them often for wherever the crowd is they are not. those odd ones, not