#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
first time my father overheard me… this bit of music he asked me, “what is it?” “it’s called Love For Three Oran… I informed him.
he’s 17 . mother, he said, how do I crack an egg? all right, she said to me, you don… sit there looking like that.
sit on this bench and look at the sea and the freaks and the lovers. need new eyes a new mouth new pillows, a new woman.
up in northern California he stood in the pulpit and had been reading for some time he had been reading poems about nature and the goodness
I can remember starving in a small room in a strange city shades pulled down, listening to classical music I was young I was so young it hur…
take a writer away from his typewr… and all you have left is the sickness which started him
the balance is preserved by the sn… the Santa Monica cliffs; the luck is in walking down Wester… and having the girls in a massage parlor holler at you, “Hello, Swe…
there are many single women in the… with one or two or three children and one wonders where the husbands have gone or where the lovers have gone
they photograph you on your porch and on your couch and standing in the courtyard or leaning against your car these photographers
you’ve got to fuck a great many wo… beautiful women and write a few decent love poems. and don’t worry about age and/or freshly-arrived talents.
my friend William is a fortunate m… he lacks the imagination to suffer he kept his first job his first wife can drive a car 50,000 miles
I am hung by a nail the sun melts my heart I am cousin to the snake
We had a 3:30 pm flight out of Los Angeles that Saturday. At 2 pm I went up and knocked on Tammie’s door. She wasn’t there. I want back to my place and sat down. The phone rang. It was ...
I cut the middle fingernail of the… finger right hand real short and I began rubbing along her cunt
listen, man, don’t tell me about t… sent, we didn’t receive them, we are very careful with manuscrip… we bake them burn them