#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
it is the man you’ve never seen wh… keeps you going, the one who might arrive someday. he isn’t out on the streets or
we buy the scandal sheets at the s… get into bed and eat pretzels and… the church bells ring and the dogs… we turn on the tv and watch very b… then she goes down and brings up i…
first of all, I had a hard time, a… locating the parking lot for the b… wasn’t off the main boulevard wher… the cars all driven by merciless k… were doing 55 mph in a 25 mph zone…
Vallejo writing about loneliness while starving to death; Van Gogh’s ear rejected by a whore;
I am watching a girl dressed in a light green sweater, blue shorts,… there is a necklace of some sort but her breasts are small, poor th… and she watches her nails
After dinner or lunch or whatever it was—with my crazy 12 hour night I was no longer sure what was what—I said, "Look, baby, I’m sorry, but don’t you realize that this job is driving me...
I laugh sometimes when I think ab… say Céline at a typewriter or Dostoevsky... or Hamsun...
I’m big I suppose that’s why my women alwa… small but this 6 foot goddess who deals in real estate
I have been hanging here headless for so long that the body has forgotten
a house with 7 or 8 people living in it getting up the rent. there’s a stereo never used and a set of bongos
he talked about Steinbeck and Tho… wrote like a cross between the two… and I lived in a hotel on Figuero… close to the bars and he lived further uptown in a s…
like in a chair the color of the s… as you listen to lazy piano music and the aircraft overhead are not at war. where the last drink is as good as
he walks up to my Volks after I have parked and rocks it back and forth grinning around his
invent yourself and then reinvent… don’t swim in the same slough. invent yourself and then reinvent… and stay out of the clutches of medioc…
half drunk I left her place her warm blankets and I was hungover didn’t even know what town