#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
the vultures at the zoo (all three of them) sit very quietly in their caged tree and below
think of de vils in hell and stare at a beautiful vase of flowers as the woman in my bedroom
they laugh continually even when a board falls down and destroys a face or distorts a
in the hospitals and jails it’s the worst in madhouses it’s the worst in penthouses
let me speak as a friend although the centuries hang between us and neither you nor I can see the moon. be careful less the onion blind th…
listen, man, don’t tell me about t… sent, we didn’t receive them, we are very careful with manuscrip… we bake them burn them
it’s the same as before or the other time or the time before that. here’s a cock and here’s a cunt
I stayed five days and nights. Then I couldn’t get it up any more. Joanna drove me to the airport. She had bought me a new piece of luggage and some new clothing. I hated that Dallas-Fo...
the old folks play a game in the park overlooking the sea shoving markers across cement with wooden sticks. four play, two on each side
in the earliest possible day in the blue-headed noon I will telegraph you a boney hand decorated with
the wind blows hard to night and it’s a cold wind and I think about the boys on the row. hope some of them have a bottle
is an orange animal with hand grenades fire power
I had begun to dislike my father. He was always angry about something. Wherever we went he got into arguments with people. But he didn’t appear to frighten most people; they often just ...
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...
The boys on Dorsey station didn’t know my problems. I’d enter through the back way each night, hide my sweater in a tray and walk in to get my timecard: We had a game going, the black-w...