#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
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…
it is like this when you slip down, done like a wound-up victrola (you remember those?) and you go downtown
I have a saying, “the tough ones a… back.” but Vera was kinder than most, and so I was surprised when she arrived that night
don’t undress my love you might find a mannequin: don’t undress the mannequin you might find my love.
Our man was there to meet us, Gary Benson. He also wrote poetry and drove a cab. He was very fat but at least he didn’t look like a poet, he didn’t look North Beach or East Village or l...
Beowulf may have killed Grendel a… Grendel’s mother but he couldn’t kill this one:
sometimes you climb out of bed in… I’m not going to make it, but you… remembering all the times you’ve f… you walk to the bathroom, do your… in the mirror, oh my oh my oh my,…
We were in the air twenty minutes when she took a mirror out of her purse and began to make up her face, mostly the eyes. She worked at her eyes with a small brush, concentrating on the...
Bach, I said, he had 20 children. he played the horses during the da… he f—ed at night and drank in the mornings. he wrote music in between.
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
16 years old during the depression I’d come home drunk and all my clothing— shorts, shirts, stockings—
the cockroach crouched against the tile while I was pissing and as I turned my head he hauled his butt
they stop out front here looks as if the car is on fire the smoke blazes blue from the hoo… the motor sounds like cannon shots the car humps wildly
Upon awakening I got up and used Joanna’s toothbrush, drank a couple of glasses of water, washed my hands and face and got back into bed. Joanna turned around and my mouth found hers. M...
these boys have got class they ought to make kings out of old men rolling cigarettes in rooms small enough