#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
if I suffer at this typewriter think how I’d feel among the lettuce— pickers of Salinas?
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
225 days under grass and you know more than I. they have long taken your blood, you are a dry stick in a basket. is this how it works?
Lydia and I were always fighting. She was a flirt and it irritated me. When we ate out I was sure she was eyeballing some man across the room. When my male friends came by to visit and ...
New Year’s Eve was another bad night for me to get through. My parents had always delighted in New Year’s Eve, listening to it approach on the radio, city by city, until it arrived in L...
we were in bed and she started to fight: “you son of a bitch! you just wait… I’ll get you!” I began laughing:
the plea sures of the damned are limited to brief moments of happiness: like the eyes in the look of a dog… like a square of wax,
escalator as I go to the escalator young fellow and a lovely young gi… are ahead of me. her pants, her blouse are skintigh…
The Stone’s favorite carrier was Matthew Battles. Battles never came in with a wrinkled shirt on. In fact, everything he wore was new, looked new. The shoes, the shirts, the pants, the ...
When Jonstone saw me the next 5 a.m. he spun in his swivel and his face and his shirt were the same color. But he said nothing. I didn’t care. I had been up to 2 a.m. drinking and screw...
I am hung by a nail the sun melts my heart I am cousin to the snake
I pick up the skirt, I pick up the sparkling beads in black, this thing that moved once around flesh,
a poem is a city filled with stree… filled with saints, heroes, beggar… filled with banality and booze, filled with rain and thunder and p… drought, a poem is a city at war,
I didn’t do much the rest of the week. The Oaktree meet was on. I went to the track 2 or 3 times, broke even. I wrote a dirty story for a sex mag, wrote 10 or 12 poems, masturbated, and...
at their best, there is gentleness… some understanding and, at times,… courage but all in all it is a mass, a glo… have too much.