#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
we take what we can see— the engines driving us mad, lovers finally hating; this fish in the market staring upward into our minds;
I only met one student at City College that I liked, Robert Becker. He wanted to be a writer. “I’m going to learn everything there is to learn about writing. It will be like taking a ca...
bluebird there’s a bluebird in my heart tha… wants to get out but I’m too tough for him, say, stay in there, I’m not going
the blue pencil of the wave shots of yellow road a steering wheel an insane woman sitting next to you
places to hunt places to hide are getting harder to find, and pet canaries and goldfish too, did you… that?
naked in that bright light the four horse falls and throws a 112-pound boy into the hooves
In the morning I heard her walkin… It was about 10:30 a.m. I was sic… She shook me. “Listen, I want you… “So what? I’ll screw her too.” “Yeah,” she laughed, “yeah.”
escape from the black widow spider is a miracle as great as art. what a web she can weave slowly drawing you to her she’ll embrace you
this man used to be an interesting writer, he was able to say brisk and refreshing things. at the time
they’d come around and they’d ask “you finished your 2nd novel yet?” “no.”
watch you walking with your machin… ah, you’re too stupid to be cut li… you’re too stupid to let anything… the girls won’t use their knives o… they don’t want to
they say that nothing is wasted: either that or it all is.
There were times when Frank and I were friendly with Chuck, Eddie and Gene. But something would always happen (usually I caused it) and then I would be out, and Frank would be partly ou...
Lydia phoned me in the morning. “Whenever you get drunk,” she said, “I’m going out dancing. I went to the Red Umbrella last night and I asked men to dance with me. A woman has a right t...
the dead dogs of nowhere bark as you approach another traffic accident. cars one standing on its