#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
when you’re young a pair of female high-heeled shoes just sitting
the dead can sleep they don’t get up and rage they don’t have a wife. her white face like a flower in a closed
Vallejo writing about loneliness while starving to death; Van Gogh’s ear rejected by a whore;
up in northern California he stood in the pulpit and had been reading for some time he had been reading poems about nature and the goodness
I feel gypped by dunces as if reality were the property of little men with luck and a headstart, and I sit in the cold
Either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when I was a young man I felt these things were dumb, unsophisticated.
he carried a piece of carbon, a blade and a whip and at night he feared his head and covered it with blankets
The jew bent over and died. 99 machine guns were shipped to France. somebody w… while I inspected the propeller of an old monoplane
and so we suck on a cigar and a beer attempting to mend the love
sleepy now at 4 a.m. hear the siren of a white ambulance,
the weather is hot on the back of… which is down at Finkelstein’s who is gifted with 3 balls but no heart, but you’ve got to un… when the bull goes down
is an orange animal with hand grenades fire power
he sat naked and drunk in a room o… night, running the blade of the kn… under his fingernails, smiling, th… of all the letters he had received telling him that
Our 30 minutes was now devoted to scheme training. They gave us each a deck of cards to learn and stick into pur cases. To pass the scheme you had to throw 100 cards in 8 minutes or les...
It was another Sunday that we got into the Model-T in search of my Uncle John. “He has no ambition,” said my father. “I don’t see how he can hold his god-damned head up and look people ...