#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
I had to take a shit but instead I went into this shop to have a key made. the woman was dressed
another bed another woman more curtains another bathroom another kitchen
re-reading some of Fante’s The Wine of Youth in bed this mid-afternoon my big cat
the history of melancholia includes all of us. me, I writhe in dirty sheets while staring at blue walls and nothing.
at one stage in my life I met a man who claimed to have visited Pound at St. Elizabeths. then I met a woman who not only claimed to have visited
no we can’t we can’t win it I’ve decided we can’t win it just for a while we thought we cou… but that was just for a while
I see old people on pensions in th… supermarkets and they are thin and… proud and they are dying they are starving on their feet an… nothing. long ago, among other lie…
they’d come around and they’d ask “you finished your 2nd novel yet?” “no.”
looking out the window smoking rolled cigarettes drinking Sanka and watching the workers come on in
terror finally becomes almost bearable but never quite terror creeps like a cat crawls like a cat
the girls were young and worked the streets but often couldn’t score, they
the bulls are grand as the side of… and although they kill them for th… it is the bull that burns the fire… and although there are cowardly bu… there are cowardly matadors and co…
After dinner we came back and we talked. She was a health food addict and didn’t eat meat except for chicken and fish. It certainly worked for her. “Hank,” she said, “tomorrow I’m going...
—he’s a dandy —small moustache —usually sucking on a cigar he tends to lean into cars as he transacts business
was much easier to be a genius in… only 3 or 4 literary magazines and… or 5 times you could end up in Ger… you could possibly meet Picasso fo… maybe only Miró.