#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
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.
she sits up there drinking wine while her husband is at work. she puts quite
the higher you climb the greater the pressure. those who manage to endure learn
sun-stroked women without men on a Santa Monica Monday; the men are working or in jail or insane;
I have been hanging here headless for so long that the body has forgotten
the strong men the muscle men there they sit down at the beach cocoa tans
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...
I had agreed to give a reading up north. It was the afternoon before the reading and I was sitting in an apartment at the Holiday Inn drinking beer with Joe Washington, the promoter, an...
each man must realize that it can all disappear very quickly: the cat, the woman, the job, the front tire,
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…
I have been painting these last tw… it’s not much, you’re correct, but in this tournament great dream… history removes her dress and beco… and I have awakened in the morning
I been readin’ you for a long time… I just put Billy Boy to bed, he got 7 mean ticks from somewhere… I got 2, my husband, Benny, he got 3.
At 3:30 a.m. my twelve hours were… I set the alarm so that I would b… “What happened, Hank? We thought… “I’m quitting.” “Quitting?” “Yes, you can’t blame a man for wa…
at the track today, Father’s Day, each paid admission was entitled to a wallet and each contained a
Wednesday night found me at the airport waiting for Iris. I sat around and looked at the women. None of them—except for one or two—looked as good as Iris. There was something wrong with...