#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
more wasted days, gored days, evaporated days. more squandered days, days pissed away,
this time has finished me. I feel like the German troops whipped by snow and the communists walking bent with newspapers stuffed into
I pick up the skirt, I pick up the sparkling beads in black, this thing that moved once around flesh,
washed—up, on shore, the old yello… out again I write from the bed as I did last year.
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
as the orchid dies and the grass goes insane, let’s have one for the los… met an old man and a tired whore
she writes continually like a long nozzle spraying the air,
The voices of the people were the same, no matter where you carried the mail you heard the same things over and over again. “You’re late, aren’t you?” “Where’s the regular carrier?” “He...
the blue pencil of the wave shots of yellow road a steering wheel an insane woman sitting next to you
we’d had any number of joints and… beer and I was on the bed stretche… and she said, “look, I’ve had 3 ab… in a row, real fast, and I’m sick… abortions, I don’t want you to sti…
she sits on the floor going through a cardboard box reading me love letters I have wri… while her 4 year old daughter lies… wrapped in a pink blanket and
was much easier to be a genius in… only 3 or 4 literary magazines and… or 5 times you could end up in Ger… you could possibly meet Picasso fo… maybe only Miró.
awaken at 11:30 a.m. get into my chinos and a clean gre… open a Miller’s, and nothing in the mailbox but the Berkeley Tribe
well, first Mae West died and then George Raft, and Eddie G. Robinson’s been gone long time,
But the next morning it was the sa… “That’s all, Chinaski. Nothing fo… It went on for a week. I sat ther… Then Bobby Hansen, one of the old… “I don’t care. I’m not kissing hi…