#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
drunk on the dark streets of some… it’s night, you’re lost, where’s y… room? you enter a bar to find yourself, order scotch and water.
I had to take a shit but instead I went into this shop to have a key made. the woman was dressed
I found that the only way I could keep from dizzy-spelling into my case was to get up and take a walk now and then. Fazzio, a supervisor who had the station at the time, saw me walking ...
each man must realize that it can all disappear very quickly: the cat, the woman, the job, the front tire,
some people never go crazy. me, sometimes I’ll lie down behind… for 3 or 4 days. they’ll find me there. it’s Cherub, they’ll say, and
I laugh sometimes when I think ab… say Céline at a typewriter or Dostoevsky... or Hamsun...
of late I’ve had this thought that this country has gone backwards or 5 de cades
the German hotel was very strange… double doors to the rooms, very th… looked the park and the vasser ter… it was usually too late for breakf… would be everywhere changing sheet…
there are beasts in the salt shake… and airdromes in the coffeepot. my mother’s hand is in the bag dra… and from the backs of spoons come the cries of tiny tortured animals…
I’ll settle for the 6 horse on a rainy afternoon a paper cup of coffee in my hand a little way to go,
we have everything and we have not… and some men do it in churches and some men do it by tearing butt… in half and some men do it in Palm Spring…
when Whitman wrote, “I sing the b… I know what he meant I know what he wanted:
he lives in a house with a swimmin… and says the job is killing him. he is 27. I am 44. I can’t seem t… get rid of
if I suffer at this typewriter think how I’d feel among the lettuce— pickers of Salinas?
One day, just like in grammar school, like with David, a boy attached himself to me. He was small and thin and had almost no hair on top of his head. The guys called him Baldy. His real...