#1973 #AmericanWriters #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame #CrucifixInADeathhand
I took Tanya to Santa Anita. The current sensation was a 16 year old jockey still riding with his 5 pound bug advantage. He was from the east and was riding at Santa Anita for the first...
once we were young at this machine. . . drinking
they laugh continually even when a board falls down and destroys a face or distorts a
my friend is worried about dying he lives in Frisco I live in L.A. he goes to the gym and works with the iron and hits
So gramps wrote Joyce a big check and there we were. We rented a little house up on a hill, and then Joyce got this stupid moralistic thing. “We both ought to get jobs,” Joyce said, “to...
the dead dogs of nowhere bark as you approach another traffic accident. cars one standing on its
the swans drown in bilge water, take down the signs, test the poisons, barricade the cow from the bull,
I got in the shower and burned my balls last Wednesday. met this painter called Spain, no, he was a cartoonist,
we take what we can see— the engines driving us mad, lovers finally hating; this fish in the market staring upward into our minds;
I sit here on the 2nd floor hunched over in yellow pajamas still pretending to be a writer.
see this final storm as nothing ve… the world; there are so many more important t… consider. see this final storm as nothing ve…
no way back to Barcelona. the green soldiers have invaded th… madmen rule Spain and during a heat wave in 1952 I b… no way back to the Rock of Gibral…
“...I’ve seen people in front of their typewriters in such a bind that it would blow their intestine… right out of their assholes if the… were trying to shit.”
I have just spent one—hour—and—a—h… handicapping tomorrow’s card. when am I going to get at the poem… well, they’ll just have to wait
By the time they called me to dinner I was able to pull up my clothing and walk to the breakfast nook where we ate all our meals except on Sunday. There were two pillows on my chair. I ...