#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
she’s young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankl… and look at my wrists, I have pret… wrists my god,
I sit here on the 2nd floor hunched over in yellow pajamas still pretending to be a writer.
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 ...
I made practice runs down to skid row to get ready for my future. I didn’t like what I saw down there. Those men and women had no special daring or brilliance. They wanted what everybod...
The next time you listen to Borod… remember he was just a chemist who wrote music to relax; his house was jammed with peor e: students, artists, drunkards, bur…
he lives in a house with a swimmin… and says the job is killing him. he is 27. I am 44. I can’t seem t… get rid of
The bandages were helpful. L.A. County Hospital had finally come up with something. The boils drained. They didn’t vanish but they flattened a bit. Yet some new ones would appear and ri...
there are many single women in the… with one or two or three children and one wonders where the husbands have gone or where the lovers have gone
consistency is terrific: shark-mouth grubby interior with an almost perfect body, long blazing hair—
Beowulf may have killed Grendel a… Grendel’s mother but he couldn’t kill this one:
in the Valkerie Mountains among the strutting peacocks I found a flower as large as my head
I wait on life like a pregnancy, p… the gut but all I hear now is the piano slamming its teeth throu… brain
I stop my car at the signal I see her walking past the graveya… as she walks past the iron fence I can see through the iron fence and I see the headstones
Bruckner wasn’t bad even though he got down on his knees and proclaimed Wagner the master.
see this poem? was written without drinking. don’t need to drink to write.