It was the liver and the lungs. He had no idea how long the mundane and predictable episode would last…
reading the news he discovers the boys at NASA are using something called
Christ, I need a drink. I know my liver is toast and drinking is a death sentence. I know all this. But I cannot think of an elixir that takes me down from the dark place and force-feed...
If I see him again, I will complain to no one nowhere. There is not a reliable complaint department.
It was Andrei Tarkovsky who said the artist feeds on his childhood his entire life.
I take a suitcase of downbeat irrelevancies and memories with me through
The musician hated fame, the thought of it made him sick. Bob Dylan wanted to cut
In my dream, I am cutting the lawn at my grandfather’s house.
Leeza dances drunkenly near the ed… Death is two inches away. I see her tumbling end over end a broken screaming windmill.
I see dead bodies rising up as if under some mystical persuasion, bodies going home,
Osamu Dazai committed suicide with his beautician mistress in 19… The lovers drowned themselves in the cherry tree-lined Tamagawa…
is stretched across the sky dove white against stark blue. down here people move around. they are busy and do not look
near the end Dashiell Hammett was a hermit, his house was a mess, falling apart, and Lillian Hellma… had to take care of him.
sitting here very quietly listening to the world. the rhythm… thump of a drain drop repeated fro… far off a car laboring to reach di… the beat of a bass
nothing here. sky a lint colored marmalade. outside a man in a blue tee shirt