#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
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
was much easier to be a genius in… only 3 or 4 literary magazines and… or 5 times you could end up in Ger… you could possibly meet Picasso fo… maybe only Miró.
call it the greenhouse effect or w… but it just doesn’t rain like it u… I particularly remember the rains… depression era. there wasn’t any money but there w…
I didn’t see Lydia for a couple of days, although I did manage to phone her 6 or 7 times during that period. Then the weekend arrived. Her ex-husband, Gerald, always took the children o...
for five years I have been looking across the way at the side of a red apartment hou… there must be people in there even love in there
One Sunday Jimmy talked me into going to the beach with him. He wanted to go swimming. I didn’t want to he seen wearing swimming trunks because my hack was covered with boils and scars....
there are worse things than being alone but it often takes de cades to realize this and most often
I know a woman who keeps buying puzzles Chinese puzzles blocks
having the low down blues and goin… into a restraunt to eat. you sit at a table. the waitress smiles at you. she’s dumpy. her ass is too big.
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...
I was 50 years old and hadn’t been to bed with a woman for four years. I had no women friends. I looked at them as I passed them on the streets or wherever I saw them, but I looked at t...
she bent over the side of the bed and opened the portfolio along the side of the wall. we were drinking. she said, “you promised me these
cigarettes wetted with beer from the night before you light one gag open the door for air
I hear them outside: “does he always type this late?” “no, it’s very unusual.” “he shouldn’t type this
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.