#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
call it th e green house effect or… but it just doesn’t rain like it used to. particularly remember the rains of… depression era.
the drifting of the mind. the slow loss, the leaking away. one’s demise is not very interesti… from my bed I watch 3 birds throug… one coal black, one dark brown, th…
the centerfielder turns rushes back reaches up his glove and
half drunk I left her place her warm blankets and I was hungover didn’t even know what town
up in northern California he stood in the pulpit and had been reading for some time he had been reading poems about nature and the goodness
old grey-haired waitresses in cafes at night have given it up, and as I walk down sidewalks of light and look into windows
you just don’t know how to do it, you know that, and you can’t do a lot of other useful things either. it’s the fault of the
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…
One day I was at the bar between races and I saw this woman. God or somebody keeps creating women and tossing them out on the streets, and this one’s ass is too big and that one’s tits ...
first of all, I had a hard time, a… locating the parking lot for the b… wasn’t off the main boulevard wher… the cars all driven by merciless k… were doing 55 mph in a 25 mph zone…
The next day I sat in the hall in my green tin chair, waiting to be called. Across from me sat a man who had something wrong with his nose. It was very red and very raw and very fat and...
it is like this when you slip down, done like a wound-up victrola (you remember those?) and you go downtown
That evening I started drinking. It wasn’t going to be easy without Katherine. I found some things she had left behind—earrings, a bracelet. I’ve got to get back to the typewriter, I th...
they go on writing pumping out poems— young boys and college professors wives who drink wine all afternoon while their husbands work,
over my radio now comes the sound of a truly mad org… can see some monk drunk in a cellar mind gone or found,