#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
We are like roses that have never… bloom when we should have bloomed… it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting
in the slow Mexican air I watched… and they cut off his ear, and his… no more terror than a rock. driving back the next day we stopp… and watched the golden red and blu…
In the betting line the other day man behind me asked, “are you Henry Chinaski?”
they talk down through the centuries to us, and this we need more and more, the statues and paintings in midnight age
we have everything and we have not… and some men do it in churches and some men do it by tearing butt… in half and some men do it in Palm Spring…
I used to take the back off the telephone and stuff it with ra… and when somebody knocked I wouldn’t answer and if they pers… I’d tell them in terms vulgar
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
I got up for a glass of water and as I walked into the kitchen I saw Picasso walk up to Joyce and lick her ankle. I was barefooted and she didn’t hear me. She had on high heels. She loo...
Cecelia sat and watched us drink. I could see that I repulsed her. I ate meat. I had no god. I liked to fuck. Nature didn’t interest me. I never voted. I liked wars. Outer space bored m...
terror finally becomes almost bearable but never quite terror creeps like a cat crawls like a cat
You had to fill out more papers to get out than to get in. The first page they gave you was a personalized mimeo affair from the postmaster of the city. It began: “I am sorry you are te...
what i liked about e.e. cummings was that he cut away from the holiness of the word and with charm
64 days and nights in that place, chemotherapy, antibiotics, blood running into the catheter. leukemia.
I don’t know how many bottles of b… I have consumed while waiting for… to get better. I don’t know how much wine and whi… and beer
Back in L.A., there was almost a week of peace. Then the phone rang. It was the owner of a Manhattan Beach nightclub, Marty Seavers. I had read there a couple of times before. The club ...