#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
My father always ran the neighborhood kids away from our house. I was told not to play with them but I walked down the street and watched them anyhow. “Hey, Heinie!” they yelled, “Why d...
Our man was there to meet us, Gary Benson. He also wrote poetry and drove a cab. He was very fat but at least he didn’t look like a poet, he didn’t look North Beach or East Village or l...
I met a genius on the train today about 6 years old, he sat beside me and as the train
we buy the scandal sheets at the s… get into bed and eat pretzels and… the church bells ring and the dogs… we turn on the tv and watch very b… then she goes down and brings up i…
take a writer away from his typewr… and all you have left is the sickness which started him
then there was the time in New Orleans I was living with a fat woman, Marie, in the French Quarter and I got very sick.
We drank all day and that night I tried again to make love to Mindy. I was astounded and dismayed to find she had a large pussy. An extra large pussy. I hadn’t noticed it the night befo...
Lydia liked parties. And Harry was a party-giver. So we were on our way to Harry Ascot’s. Harry was the editor of Retort, a little magazine. His wife wore long see-through dresses, show...
smoking a cigarette and noting a m… flattened out against the wall and died as organ music from centuries back… my black radio
I can’t have it and you can’t have it and we won’t get it so don’t bet on it
they say that nothing is wasted: either that or it all is.
the house next door makes me sad. both man and wife rise early and go to work. they arrive home in early evening.
the history of melancholia includes all of us. me, I writhe in dirty sheets while staring at blue walls and nothing.
ah, Merryman, fighter on the docks, killed a man while they were unloa… bananas. mean the man he killed
keep remembering the horses under the moon keep remembering feeding the horse… sugar white oblongs of sugar