#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
I have just spent one—hour—and—a—h… handicapping tomorrow’s card. when am I going to get at the poem… well, they’ll just have to wait
I laugh sometimes when I think ab… say Céline at a typewriter or Dostoevsky... or Hamsun...
screen like a burglar to take your… the snake had crawled the hole, and she said, tell me about yourself.
I was coming home from classes down Westview hill. I never had any books to carry. I passed my exams by listening to the class lectures and by guessing at the answers. I never had to cr...
I took Tanya to the airport the next afternoon. We had a drink in the same bar. The high-yellow wasn’t around; all that leg was with somebody else. “No. You love sex and there’s nothing...
he lives in a house with a swimmin… and says the job is killing him. he is 27. I am 44. I can’t seem t… get rid of
a great white light dawns across t… continent as we fawn over our failed traditi… often kill to preserve them or sometimes kill just to kill.
little dark girl with kind eyes when it comes time to use the knife I won’t flinch and
she died of alcoholism wrapped in a blanket on a deck chair on an ocean steamer.
it was on the 2nd floor on Coronad… I used to get drunk and throw the radio through the wi… while it was playing, and, of cour… it would break the glass in the wi…
I know that some night in some bedroom soon my fingers will rift
the blue pencil of the wave shots of yellow road a steering wheel an insane woman sitting next to you
if I suffer at this typewriter think how I’d feel among the lettuce-pickers of Salinas?
a house with 7 or 8 people living in it getting up the rent. there’s a stereo never used and a set of bongos
The drilling and squeezing continued for weeks but there was little result. When one boil vanished another would appear. I often stood in front of the mirror alone, wondering how ugly a...