#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
they say that nothing is wasted: either that or it all is.
I was casing next to G.G. early one morning. That’s what they called him: G.G. His actual name was George Greene. But for years he was simply called G.G. and after a while he looked lik...
smoking a cigarette and noting a m… flattened out against the wall and died as organ music from centuries back… my black radio
great writer remains in bed shades down doesn’t want to see anyone doesn’t want to write anymore doesn’t want to try anymore;
he has on blue jeans and tennis sh… and walks with two young girls about his age. every now and then he leaps into the air and
Three or four days later I found her note and phoned Debra. She said, “Come on over.” She gave me the directions to Playa del Rey and I drove over. She had a small rented house with a f...
225 days under grass and you know more than I. they have long taken your blood, you are a dry stick in a basket. is this how it works?
she wrote me for years. “I’m drinking wine in the kitchen. it’s raining outside. the children are in school.” she was an average citizen
wha’, what did you expect? a schoo… some more practical lover filling… I’m a fool and no gentleman: I wa… with Crane in pajamas, but suicide… there’s less and less to kill.
she was hot, she was so hot I didn’t want anybody else to have… and if I didn’t get home on time she’d be gone, and I couldn’t bear… I’d go mad. . .
the old L.A. Public Library burn… down that library downtown and with it went large part of my
outside my window Sunday. I am eating a grapefruit. church is over at the… Orthodox to the west.
listening to Wagner as outside in the dark the wind bl… trees wave and shake lights go off and on the walls creak and the… bed...
On the elevator up, I was the only white man there. It seemed strange. They talked about the riots, not looking at me. “Jesus,” said a coal black guy, "it’s really something. These guys...
Then some men came around and ripped out every other water– fountain. “Hey, look, what the hell are they doing?” I asked. I was in the 3rd class flat section. I walked over to another c...