#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
she reads to me from the New York… which I don’t buy, don’t know how they get in here, but it’s something about the Mafia one of the heads of the Mafia
I’ll settle for the 6 horse on a rainy afternoon a paper cup of coffee in my hand a little way to go,
16 and one-half inch neck 68 years old lifts weights body like a young
I have been looking at the same lampshade for 5 years and it has gathered
crud, he said, hauling it out of the water, what is it? a Hollow-Back June Whale, I said… no, said a guy standing by us on t…
monkey feet small and blue walking toward you as the back of a building falls of… and an airplane chews the white sk…
John F. Kennedy flower knocks upo… shot through the neck; the gladiolas gather by the dozens… India dripping into Ceylon;
twitching in the sheets— to face the sunlight again, that’s clearly trouble. I like the city better when the
Within a day or two, about 1 pm in the afternoon there was a knock at my door. It was a painter, Monty Riff, or so he informed me. He also told me that I used to get drunk with him when...
I am watching a girl dressed in a light green sweater, blue shorts,… there is a necklace of some sort but her breasts are small, poor th… and she watches her nails
I laugh sometimes when I think ab… say Céline at a typewriter or Dostoevsky... or Hamsun...
Thanks for the good letter. I don’t think it hurts, sometimes, to remember where you came from. You know the places where I came from. Even the people who try to write about that or mak...
Tammie came by that night. She appeared to be high on uppers. “I want some champagne,” she said. Then the phone rang. It was Lydia. “I just wondered how you were doing. ...” “You know D...
the girls were young and worked the streets but often couldn’t score, they
One night I was coming around the corner after sneaking down to the cafeteria for a pack of smokes. And there was a face I knew. It was Tom Moto! The guy I had subbed with under The Sto...