#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
the strong men the muscle men there they sit down at the beach cocoa tans
Bruckner wasn’t bad even though he got down on his knees and proclaimed Wagner the master.
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...
the elephants are caked with mud a… and the rhinos don’t move the zebras are stupid dead stems and the lions don’t roar the lions don’t care
we fought for 17 days inside that… thrusting and counter-thrusting but finally she got away and I walked outside and spit
the telephone has not been kind of… of late there have been more and m… from people who want to come over… from people who are depressed from people who are lonely
there was a frozen tree that I wan… but the shells came down and in Vegas looking across at a g… at 3:30 in the morning, I died without nails, without a co…
twitching in the sheets— to face the sunlight again, that’s clearly trouble. I like the city better when the
I am hung by a nail the sun melts my heart I am cousin to the snake
have we gone wrong again? we laugh less and less, become more sadly sane. all we want is the absence of others.
has been going on for some time. there is this young waitress where… at the racetrack. how are you doing today?” she asks… winning pretty good,” I reply.
I got his ashes, she said, and I… out to sea and I scattered his ash… they didn’t even look like ashes and the urn was weighted with
luxury ocean liners crossing the water full of the indolent and rich passing from this place to that
to be writing poetry at the age of… like a schoolboy, surely, I must be crazy; racetracks and booze and arguments with the landlord;
once we were young at this machine. . . drinking