#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
at exactly 12:00 midnight 1973-74 Los Angeles it began to rain on the palm leaves outside my window
I began receiving letters from a girl in New York City. Her name was Mindy. She had run across a couple of my books, but the best thing about her letters was that she seldom mentioned w...
this guy he’s got a crazy eye and he’s brown a dark brown from the sun the Hollywood and Western sun
once starving in Philadelphia I had a small room it was evening going into night and I stood at my window on the 3r…
I took the envelope home to my mother and handed it to her and walked into the bedroom. My bedroom. The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even ...
if you’re going to try, go all the way. otherwise, don’t even start. if you’re going to try, go all the way.
had lost the last race big somebody had stolen my coat could feel the flu coming on and my tires were low. I went in to get a
in the afternoon they lean against one another and you can see how much they like the sun.
16 and one-half inch neck 68 years old lifts weights body like a young
Jack London drinking his life awa… writing of strange and heroic men. Eugene O’Neill drinking himself o… while writing his dark and poetic works.
I got lucky the next day. They called my name. It was a different doctor. I stripped down. He turned a hot white light on me and looked me over. I was sitting on the edge of the examina...
Mongolian coasts shining in light, listen to the pulse of the sun, the tiger is the same to all of us and high oh so high on the branch
this poet he’d been drinking 2 or 3 days and he walked out on the stage and looked at that audience and he just knew he was going to do it. there was a grand piano on stage and he walke...
take a writer away from his typewr… and all you have left is the sickness which started him
sometimes after you get your ass kicked real good by the forces you often wish you were a crane standing on one leg in blue water