#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
the problem, of course, isn’t the… it’s the living parts which make up the Dem… the next person you pass on the st… multiply
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...
I’ve watched this city burn twice in my lifetime and the most notable event was the reaction of the politicians in the
he talks like he writes and he has a face like a dove, unt… externals. little shiver of horror runs throu… about
A month went by. R.A. Dwight, the editor of Dogbite Press wrote and asked me to do a foreword to Keesing’s Selected Poems. Keesing, with the help of his death, was at last going to get ...
I had boils the size of tomatoes all over me they stuck a drill into me down at the county hospital, and
I found that the only time to study was before sleeping. I was always too tired to make and eat breakfast, so I would go out and buy a tall 6 pack, put it on the chair beside the bed, r...
I used to take the back off the telephone and stuff it with ra… and when somebody knocked I wouldn’t answer and if they pers… I’d tell them in terms vulgar
liked D . H. Lawrence he could get so indignant he snapped and he ripped with wonderfully energetic sentenc… he could lay the word down
have we gone wrong again? we laugh less and less, become more sadly sane. all we want is the absence of others.
all of a sudden I’m a painter. a girl from Galveston gives me $50 for a painting of a man holding a candycane while floating in a darkened sky.
naked along the side of the house, 8 a.m., spreading sesame seed oil over my body, Jesus, have I come to this? I once battled in dark alleys for…
You had to fill out more papers to get out than to get in. The first page they gave you was a personalized mimeo affair from the postmaster of the city. It began: “I am sorry you are te...
first time my father overheard me… this bit of music he asked me, “what is it?” “it’s called Love For Three Oran… I informed him.
I was always a natural slob I liked to lay upon the bed in undershirt (stained, of course) (and with cigarette holes)