#1973 #AmericanWriters #AtTerrorStreetAndAgonyWay #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame
listening to Bruckner on the radio wondering why I’m not half mad over the latest breakup with my latest girlfriend wondering why I’m not driving the…
The flies are angry bits of life; why are they so angry? it seems they want more, it seems almost as if they are angry
The first thing I remember is being under something. It was a table, I saw a table leg, I saw the legs of the people, and a portion of the tablecloth hanging down. It was dark under the...
the waste of words continues with a stunning persistence as the waiter runs by carrying the… tray
There are sketches on the walls of… and outside a large green bus swer… insanity sprung from a waving line… says the radio, and Jane Austin,… “I am going to do her portrait on…
I suppose it’s raining in some Sp… while I’m feeling bad like this; I’d like to think so now.
Markov claims I am trying to stab his soul but I’d prefer his wife. put my feet on the coffee table and he says,
“I’ve made it,” she said, “I’ve c… through.” she had on new boots, pa… and a white sweater. “I know what… want now.” she was from Chicago an… had settled in L.A.’s Fairfax dis…
probably from the belly button or… bed, or maybe from the mouth of th… the car crash on the avenue that l… scattered on the grass. she comes from love gone wrong und…
this is important enough: to get your feelings down, it is better than shaving or cooking beans with garlic. it is the little we can do
is the slim tall ear-ringed bedroom damsel dressed in a long gown
people went into vacant lots and pulled up greens to cook and the men rolled Bull Durham or smoked Wings (10 a pack) and the dogs were thin and the cats were thin and the cats learned h...
I didn’t know exactly why but Chuck, Eddie, Gene and Frank let me join them in some of their games. I think it started when another guy showed up and they needed three on a side. I stil...
some people never go crazy. me, sometimes I’ll lie down behind… for 3 or 4 days. they’ll find me there. it’s Cherub, they’ll say, and
the dream of a man is a whore with a gold tooth and a garter belt, perfumed with false eyebrows