#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
Times were still hard. Nobody was any more surprised than I when Mears– Starbuck phoned and asked me to report to work the next Monday. I had gone all around town putting in dozens of a...
sometimes after you get your ass kicked real good by the forces you often wish you were a crane standing on one leg in blue water
I think of automobiles parked in a parking lot when I think of myself dead I think of frying pans when I think of myself dead
no one is sorry I am leaving, not even I; but there should be a minstrel or at least a glass of wine. bothers the young most, I think:
red-eyed and dizzy as I the bird came flying all the way from Egypt at 5 o’clock in the morning, and Maria almost stumbled on her s…
One day I was at the bar between races and I saw this woman. God or somebody keeps creating women and tossing them out on the streets, and this one’s ass is too big and that one’s tits ...
is the slim tall ear-ringed bedroom damsel dressed in a long gown
There are sketches on the walls of… and outside a large green bus swer… insanity sprung from a waving line… says the radio, and Jane Austin,… “I am going to do her portrait on…
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...
I was sitting next to a young girl who didn’t know her scheme very well. “Where does 2900 Roteford go?" she asked me. "Try throwing it to 33," I told her. “You say you’re from Kansas Ci...
I took Tanya to the airport the next afternoon. We had a drink in the same bar. The high-yellow wasn’t around; all that leg was with somebody else. “No. You love sex and there’s nothing...
your life is your life don’t let it be clubbed into dank… be on the watch. there are ways out. there is a light somewhere.
keep remembering the horses under the moon keep remembering feeding the horse… sugar white oblongs of sugar
this man used to be an interesting writer, he was able to say brisk and refreshing things. at the time
sometimes I forget about him and h… innocence, almost idiotic, awkward… he liked walking over bridges and… to night I think about him, the wa… one felt space between his lines,…