#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
by God, I don’t know what to do. they’re so nice to have around. they have a way of playing with the balls
have we gone wrong again? we laugh less and less, become more sadly sane. all we want is the absence of others.
I always wanted to ball Henry Miller, she said, but by the time I got there it was too late. damn it, I said, you girls
I had to take a shit but instead I went into this shop to have a key made. the woman was dressed
I’ve always had trouble with money. this one place I worked everybody ate hot dogs and potato chips
ah, Merryman, fighter on the docks, killed a man while they were unloa… bananas. mean the man he killed
John F. Kennedy flower knocks upo… shot through the neck; the gladiolas gather by the dozens… India dripping into Ceylon;
as the spirit wanes the form
“what?” they say, “you got a computer?” it’s like I have sold out to the enemy. I had no idea so many
That Tuesday night we were sitting at my place drinking; Tammie, me and her brother, Jay. The phone rang. It was Bobby. “Louie and his wife are down here and she’d like to meet you.” Lo...
in the afternoon they lean against one another and you can see how much they like the sun.
By the time they called me to dinner I was able to pull up my clothing and walk to the breakfast nook where we ate all our meals except on Sunday. There were two pillows on my chair. I ...
Marina Louise, Fay named the child. So there it was, Marina Louise Chinaski. In the crib by the window. Looking up at the tree leafs and bright designs whirling on the ceiling. Then she...
the critics now have me drinking champagne and driving a BMW and also married to a socialite from
the waste of words continues with a stunning persistence as the waiter runs by carrying the… tray