#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
he talked about Steinbeck and Tho… wrote like a cross between the two… and I lived in a hotel on Figuero… close to the bars and he lived further uptown in a s…
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…
he spoke to mice and sparrows and his hair was white at the age… his father beat him every day and… lit candles in the church. his grandmother came while the boy…
the virus holds the concepts give way like rotten shoelaces toothache and bacon dance on the lawn
the acute and terrible air hangs w… as summer birds mingle in the bran… and warble and mystify the clamor of the mind… an old parrot
terrible arguments. and, at last, lying peacefully on her large bed which is spread in red with cool patterns o…
3 small boys run toward me blowing whistles and they scream you’re under arrest! you’re drunk!
a single dog walking alone on a hot sidewalk of summer appears to have the power of ten thousand gods.
The funeral was to be at 10:30 a.m. but it was already hot. I had on a cheap black suit, bought and fitted in a rush. It was my first new suit in years. I had located the son. We drove ...
not much chance, completely cut loose from purpose, he was a young man riding a bus
she’s young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankl… and look at my wrists, I have pret… wrists my god,
shot in the eye shot in the brain shot in the ass shot like a flower in the dance amazing how death wins hands down
at the window I watch a man with a power mower the sounds of his doing race like flies and bees
ask the sidewalk painters of Paris ask the sunlight on a sleeping dog ask the 3 pigs ask the paperboy ask the music of Donizetti
there’s Barry in his ripped walkin… he’s on Thorazine is 24 looks 38 lives with his mother in the same