#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
The guide took us all over the building. There were so many of us that they had to break us up into groups. We used the elevator in shifts. We were shown the employee’s cafeteria, the b...
Lydia liked parties. And Harry was a party-giver. So we were on our way to Harry Ascot’s. Harry was the editor of Retort, a little magazine. His wife wore long see-through dresses, show...
she’s young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankles, and look at my wrists, I have pret… wrists
in the afternoon they lean against one another and you can see how much they like the sun.
have we gone wrong again? we laugh less and less, become more sadly sane. all we want is the absence of others.
they’d come around and they’d ask “you finished your 2nd novel yet?” “no.”
I had Fridays and Saturdays off, which made Sunday the roughest day. Plus the fact that on Sunday they made me report at 3:30 p.m. instead of my usual 6:18 p.m. This Sunday I went in an...
It was 3 or 4 days before I had to fly to Houston to give a reading. I went to the track, drank at the track, and afterwards I went to a bar on Hollywood Boulevard. I went home at 9 or ...
I had to fly to Illinois to give a reading at the University. I hated readings, but they helped with the rent and maybe they helped sell books. They got me out of east Hollywood, they g...
In bed I had something in front o… “Sorry, baby,” I said. Then I ro… Then something awakened me. It wa… “Go, baby, go!” I told her. I arched my back now and then. Sh…
I’m out of matches. the springs in my couch are broken. they stole my footlocker. they stole my oil painting of
she writes: you’ll be moaning and groaning in your poems about how I fucked those 2 guys last week.
places to hunt places to hide are getting harder to find, and pet canaries and goldfish too, did you… that?
It was a Wednesday night, 12:30 am and I was very sick. My stomach was raw, but I managed to hold down a few beers. Tammie was with me and she seemed sympathetic. Dancy was at her grand...
R.O.T.C. kept me away from sports while the other guys practiced every day. They made the school teams, won their letters and got the girls. My days were spent mostly marching around in...