#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
all of a sudden I’m a painter. a girl from Galveston gives me $50 for a painting of a man holding a candycane while floating in a darkened sky.
the wind blows hard to night and it’s a cold wind and I think about the boys on the row. hope some of them have a bottle
murder the roaches spit out paper clips and the helicopter circles and cir… smelling for blood
then there was the time in New Orleans I was living with a fat woman, Marie, in the French Quarter and I got very sick.
I was glad I had money in the Sav… Friday afternoon hungover I didn’t have a job I was glad I had money in the Sav… I didn’t know how to play a guitar
went for a walk on Hollywood Boul… looked down and there was a large… walking beside me. his pace was exactly the same as m… we stopped at traffic signals toge…
That summer, July 1934, they gunned down John Dillinger outside the movie house in Chicago. He never had a chance. The Lady in Red had fingered him. More than a year earlier the banks h...
So I took the exam, passed it, took the physical, passed it, and there I was—a substitute mail carrier. It began easy. I was sent to West Avon Station and it was just like Christmas exc...
this guy he’s got a crazy eye and he’s brown a dark brown from the sun the Hollywood and Western sun
in the hospitals I’ve been in you see the crosses on the walls with the thin palm leaves behind t… yellowed and browned it is the signal to accept the ine…
vain vanilla ladies strutting while van Gogh did it to himself. girls pulling on silk hose
this poet he’d been drinking 2 or 3 days and he walked out on the stage and looked at that audience and he just knew he was going to do it. there was a grand piano on stage and he walke...
We had another fight. Later I was back at my place but I didn’t feel like sitting there alone and drinking. The night harness racing meet was on. I took a pint and went out to the track...
it beats love because there aren’t… wounds: in the morning she turns on the radio, Brahms or… or Stravinsky or Mozart. she boil… eggs counting the seconds out loud…
it is justified all dying is justified all killing all death all passing, nothing is in vain