#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
Two nights later I went over to Tammie’s place on Rustic Court. I knocked. The lights weren’t on. It seemed empty. I looked in her mailbox. There were letters in there. I wrote a note, ...
there is always that space there just before they get to us that space that fine relaxer the breather
I went into the bends. I got drunker and stayed drunker than a shit skunk in Purgatory. I even had the butcher knife against my throat one night in the kitchen and then I thought, easy,...
I began getting dizzy spells. I could feel them coming. The case would begin to whirl. The spells lasted about a minute. I couldn’t understand it. Each letter was getting heavier and he...
death wants more death, and its we… I remember my father’s garage, how… I would brush the corpses of flies from the windows they thought were… their sticky, ugly, vibrant bodies
he was easy, fat as a hummingbird and I had him blowing, I jabbed and crossed and took my t… everybody was waiting for the main… drinking beer, and I was thinking
the lair of the hunted is hidden in the last place you’d ever look and even if you find it you won’t believe
she sits up there drinking wine while her husband is at work. she puts quite
at one stage in my life I met a man who claimed to have visited Pound at St. Elizabeths. then I met a woman who not only claimed to have visited
a woman told a man when he got off a plane that I was dead. a magazine printed the fact that I was dead
if I suffer at this typewriter think how I’d feel among the lettuce-pickers of Salinas?
the higher you climb the greater the pressure. those who manage to endure learn
I mean, I just slept I awoke with a fly on my elbow and I named the fly Benny then I killed him and then I got up and looked in th…
she writes continually like a long nozzle spraying the air,
places to hunt places to hide are getting harder to find, and pet canaries and goldfish too, did you… that?