#1973 #AmericanWriters #AtTerrorStreetAndAgonyWay #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame
I went with two ladies down to Venice to look for antique furniture. I parked in back of the store and went in with them.
he carried a piece of carbon, a blade and a whip and at night he feared his head and covered it with blankets
I had to take a shit but instead I went into this shop to have a key made. the woman was dressed
am sitting on a tin chair outside… death, on stinking wings, wafts th… halls forevermore. remember the hospital stenches fro… was a boy and when I was a man and…
The next morning Tammie found a prescription in her purse. “I’ve got to get this filled,” she said. “Look at it.” It was wrinkled and the ink had run. “Well, he tried to get this prescr...
you no faces no faces at all laughing at nothing—
another bed another woman more curtains another bathroom another kitchen
drunk again at 3 a.m. at the end o… of wine, I have typed from a dozen… poesy an old man maddened for the flesh of young gi…
I was editing a little magazine at the time, The Laxative Approach. I had two co-editors and we felt that we were printing the best poets of our time. Also some of the other kind. One o...
see this final storm as nothing ve… the world; there are so many more important t… consider. see this final storm as nothing ve…
I know that some night in some bedroom soon my fingers will rift
I wait on life like a pregnancy, p… the gut but all I hear now is the piano slamming its teeth throu… brain
yeah sure, I’ll be in unless I’m… don’t knock if the lights are out or you hear voices or then I might be reading Proust if someone slips Proust under my d…
it was on the 2nd floor on Coronad… I used to get drunk and throw the radio through the wi… while it was playing, and, of cour… it would break the glass in the wi…
being the German kid in the 20’s i… was difficult. there was much anti-German feeling… a carry-over from World War 1. gangs of kids chased me through th…