#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
in the Valkerie Mountains among the strutting peacocks I found a flower as large as my head
have we gone wrong again? we laugh less and less, become more sadly sane. all we want is the absence of others.
awaken at 11:30 a.m. get into my chinos and a clean gre… open a Miller’s, and nothing in the mailbox but the Berkeley Tribe
there are beasts in the salt shake… and airdromes in the coffeepot. my mother’s hand is in the bag dra… and from the backs of spoons come the cries of tiny tortured animals…
during my worst times on the park benches in the jails or living with whores
at exactly 12:00 midnight 1973-74 Los Angeles it began to rain on the palm leaves outside my window
she sits up there drinking wine while her husband is at work. she puts quite
Markov claims I am trying to stab his soul but I’d prefer his wife. put my feet on the coffee table and he says,
I had been sleeping on a terrible mattress with the springs sticking into me for several years. That afternoon when I awakened I pulled the mattress off the bed, dragged it outside, and...
he comes out at 7:30 a.m. every da… with 3 peanut butter sandwiches, a… there’s one can of beer which he floats in the baitbucket. he fishes for hours with a small t…
never even in calmer times have I ever dreamed of bicycling through that
The next day we picked up some of her stuff at this motel. There was a little dark guy in there with a wart on the side of his nose. He looked dangerous. Hector was sitting on the edge ...
drinking German beer and trying to come up with the immortal poem at 5 p.m. in the afternoon. but, ah, I’ve told the
the old fart, he used his literary… to reel them in one at a time, each younger than the last. he liked to meet them for luncheon… wine
“...I’ve seen people in front of their typewriters in such a bind that it would blow their intestine… right out of their assholes if the… were trying to shit.”