#1973 #AmericanWriters #AtTerrorStreetAndAgonyWay #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame
over my radio now comes the sound of a truly mad org… can see some monk drunk in a cellar mind gone or found,
Our 30 minutes was now devoted to scheme training. They gave us each a deck of cards to learn and stick into pur cases. To pass the scheme you had to throw 100 cards in 8 minutes or les...
think of de vils in hell and stare at a beautiful vase of flowers as the woman in my bedroom
there are these small cliffs above the sea and it is night, late night; I have been unable to sleep, and with my car above me
what you see is what you see: madhouses are rarely on display. that we still walk about and scratch ourselves and light
I mean, I just slept I awoke with a fly on my elbow and I named the fly Benny then I killed him and then I got up and looked in th…
there are worse things than being alone but it often takes decades to realize this and most often
We had a 3:30 pm flight out of Los Angeles that Saturday. At 2 pm I went up and knocked on Tammie’s door. She wasn’t there. I want back to my place and sat down. The phone rang. It was ...
awaken at 11:30 a.m. get into my chinos and a clean gre… open a Miller’s, and nothing in the mailbox but the Berkeley Tribe
when Whitman wrote, “I sing the b… I know what he meant I know what he wanted:
each man must realize that it can all disappear very quickly: the cat, the woman, the job, the front tire,
we are gathered here now to bury her in this poem. she did not marry an unemployed wi… beat her every
We continued drinking. Cecelia had just one more and stopped. “I want to go out and look at the moon and stars,” she said. “It’s so beautiful out!” She went outside by the swimming pool...
I have been hanging here headless for so long that the body has forgotten
I was sitting with an anarchist from Beverly Hills, Ben Solvnag, who was writing my biography when I heard her footsteps on the court walk. I knew the sound—they were always fast and fr...