#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
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
he talks like he writes and he has a face like a dove, unt… externals. little shiver of horror runs throu… about
I took my girlfriend to your last poetry reading, she said “yes”, “yes?” I asked. "she`s young and pretty",
I blacked out after that. I guess I had consumed more whiskey than I thought. I don’t remember arriving at Nicole’s. I awakened in the morning with my back to somebody in a strange bed....
I see you drinking at a fountain w… blue hands, no, your hands are not… they are small, and the fountain i… where you wrote me that last lette… I answered and never heard from yo…
I sit here on the 2nd floor hunched over in yellow pajamas still pretending to be a writer.
live alone in a small room and read the newspapers and sleep alone in the dark dreaming of crowds.
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…
they go on writing pumping out poems— young boys and college professors wives who drink wine all afternoon while their husbands work,
Then Joyce wanted to go back to the city. For all the draw– backs, that little town, haircuts or not, beat city life. It was quiet. We had our own house. Joyce fed me well.) Plenty of m...
and the sun wields mercy but like a jet torch carried to hi… and the jets whip across its sight and rockets leap like toads, and the boys get out the maps
I was back in L.A. about a week and a half. It was night. The phone rang. It was Cecelia, she was sobbing. “Hank, Bill is dead. You’re the first one I’ve called.” “I’m so glad you came ...
this is my piano. the phone rings and people ask, what are you doing? how about getting drunk with us? and I say,
horses running with her miles away laughing with a fool Bach and the hydrogen bomb
he packaged it up neatly in differ… sending the legs to an aunt in St.… the head to a scoutmaster in Brook… the belly to a cross-eyed butcher… the female organs were sent to a y…