#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
the German hotel was very strange… double doors to the rooms, very th… looked the park and the vasser ter… it was usually too late for breakf… would be everywhere changing sheet…
nobody goes downtown anymore the plants and trees have been cut… Pershing Square the grass is brown and the street preachers are not a…
the strong men the muscle men there they sit down at the beach cocoa tans
I forget the beginning time. 6 or 7 p.m. Something like that. All you did was sit with a handful of letters, take a streetmap and figure your run. It was easy. All the drivers took much...
he has on blue jeans and tennis sh… and walks with two young girls about his age. every now and then he leaps into the air and
30 dogs, 20 men on 20 horses and o… and look here, they write, you are a dupe for the state, the… you are in the ego-dream, read your history, study the monet…
I have been hanging here headless for so long that the body has forgotten
look there. the one you considered killing you… for. you saw her the other day getting out of her car
I only met one student at City College that I liked, Robert Becker. He wanted to be a writer. “I’m going to learn everything there is to learn about writing. It will be like taking a ca...
he walks up to my Volks after I have parked and rocks it back and forth grinning around his
oh, how worried they are about my soul! I get letters the phone rings... “are you going to be all right?”
Sunday, I am eating a grapefruit, church is over at the… Orthadox to the west. she is dark
“Get a seat for her, put her on the tab,” I told Marty. “All right. We’ll set her up. We’re S.R.O. We’ve had to turn away 150 and it’s 30 minutes before you go on.” “I want to introduce...
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
there are these small cliffs above the sea and it is night, late night; I have been unable to sleep, and with my car above me