#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
Julio came by with his guitar and… latest song. Julio was famous, he wrote songs a… published books of little drawings… poems.
there waas a rock-and-mud slide on the Pacific Coast Highway and… detour and they directed us up int… and traffic was slow and it was ho… we were lost.
he talks like he writes and he has a face like a dove, unt… externals. little shiver of horror runs throu… about
“what?” they say, “you got a computer?” it’s like I have sold out to the enemy. I had no idea so many
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
sun-stroked women without men on a Santa Monica Monday; the men are working or in jail or insane;
I’ve come by, she says, to tell yo… that this is it. I’m not kidding,… over. this is it. I sit on the couch watching her ar… her long red hair before my bedroo…
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…
little dark girl with kind eyes when it comes time to use the knife I won’t flinch and
We had another fight. Later I was back at my place but I didn’t feel like sitting there alone and drinking. The night harness racing meet was on. I took a pint and went out to the track...
the boys come up the boys climb up the brown pole as the waterheater gurgles in Spanish
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...
here things are tough but they’re mostly always tough. basically I’m just trying to get a… with the female. when you first meet them their eyes
I had begun to dislike my father. He was always angry about something. Wherever we went he got into arguments with people. But he didn’t appear to frighten most people; they often just ...
these boys have got class they ought to make kings out of old men rolling cigarettes in rooms small enough