#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
To give life you must take life, and as our grief falls flat and ho… upon the billion—blooded sea I pass upon serious inward—breakin… with white—legged, white—bellied r…
When Jonstone saw me the next 5 a.m. he spun in his swivel and his face and his shirt were the same color. But he said nothing. I didn’t care. I had been up to 2 a.m. drinking and screw...
you know I sat on the same barstool in Phi… 5 years I drank canned heat and the cheape… I was beaten in alleys by well-fed…
starving there, sitting around the… and at night walking the streets f… hours, the moonlight always seemed fake to me, maybe it was,
I always wanted to ball Henry Miller, she said, but by the time I got there it was too late. damn it, I said, you girls
here I’m supposed to be a great po… and I’m sleepy in the afternoon here I am aware of death like a gi… charging at me and I’m sleepy in the afternoon
I didn’t see Lydia for a couple of days, although I did manage to phone her 6 or 7 times during that period. Then the weekend arrived. Her ex-husband, Gerald, always took the children o...
they took my man off the street the other day he wore an L.A. Rams sweatshirt w… the sleeves cut off
this is my piano. the phone rings and people ask, what are you doing? how about getting drunk with us? and I say,
like the fox run with the hunted and if I’m not the happiest man on earth
turmoil is the god madness is the god permanent living peace is permanent living death. agony can kill
they photograph you on your porch and on your couch and standing in the courtyard or leaning against your car these photographers
have we gone wrong again? we laugh less and less, become more sadly sane. all we want is the absence of others.
Jack London drinking his life awa… writing of strange and heroic men. Eugene O’Neill drinking himself o… while writing his dark and poetic works.
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…