#1973 #AmericanWriters #AtTerrorStreetAndAgonyWay #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame
Jack London drinking his life awa… writing of strange and heroic men. Eugene O’Neill drinking himself o… while writing his dark and poetic works.
the kid went back to New York Cit… he met in a kibbutz. he left his mother at the age of 32, a well-kept fellow, sense of h… wore the same pair of shorts
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…
in the men’s room at the track this boy of about 7 or 8 years old came out of a stall
the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break
ask the sidewalk painters of Paris ask the sunlight on a sleeping dog ask the 3 pigs ask the paperboy ask the music of Donizetti
Lydia’s sister Angela came to town from Utah to see Lydia’s new house. Lydia had made a down payment on a little place and the monthly payments were very low. It was a very good buy. Th...
Every route had its traps and only the regular carriers knew of them. Each day it was another god damned thing, and you were always ready for a rape, murder, dogs, or insanity of some s...
I think of automobiles parked in a parking lot when I think of myself dead I think of frying pans when I think of myself dead
I heard it first while screwing a… who had the biggest box in Scranton. I listened to it again as I wrote… to my mother
the history of melancholia includes all of us. me, I writhe in dirty sheets while staring at blue walls and nothing.
I can’t have it and you can’t have it and we won’t get it so don’t bet on it
cigarettes wetted with beer from the night before you light one gag open the door for air
don’t worry about rejections, pard… I’ve been rejected before. sometimes you make a mistake, taki… the wrong poem
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