#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
While working Dorsey station I heard some of the old timers needling Big Daddy Greystone about how he’d had to buy a tape recorder in order to learn his schemes. Big Daddy had read the ...
we take what we can see— the engines driving us mad, lovers finally hating; this fish in the market staring upward into our minds;
yes, they begin out in a willow, I… the starch mountains begin out in… and keep right on going without re… pumas and nectarines somehow these mountains are like
they don’t make it the beautiful die in flame— suicide pills, rat poison, rope, w… ever... they rip their arms off,
they go on writing pumping out poems— young boys and college professors wives who drink wine all afternoon while their husbands work,
one of the terrible things is really being in bed night after night with a woman you no longer
lonely as a dry and used orchard spread over the earth for use and surrender. shot down like an ex—pug selling dailies on the corner.
I’m not going to die easy; I’ve sat on your suicide beds in some of the worst holes in America,
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 ...
I got in the shower and burned my balls last Wednesday. met this painter called Spain, no, he was a cartoonist,
“You ought to try to be like Abe Mortenson,” said my mother, “he gets straight A’s. Why can’t you ever get any A’s?” “Henry is dead on his ass,” said my father. “Sometimes I can’t belie...
It was hot that night at the reading, which was to be held at St. Mark’s Church. Tammie and I sat in what was used as the dressing room. Tammie found a full-length mirror leaning agains...
the problem, of course, isn’t the… it’s the living parts which make up the Dem… the next person you pass on the st… multiply
my father was a practical man. he had an idea. you see, my son, he said, I can pay for this house in my lif… then it’s mine.
stepped into the wrong end of the… right leg which was bad to begin w… with a tv writer and an actor, som… life to make a sitcom and luckily… day at the track I get a box seat…