#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
I laugh sometimes when I think ab… say Céline at a typewriter or Dostoevsky... or Hamsun...
beheaded in the middle of the night scratching my sides I am covered with bites kick my white legs out of the shee…
Van Gogh cut off his ear gave it to a prostitute who flung it away in extreme
nobody goes downtown anymore the plants and trees have been cut… Pershing Square the grass is brown and the street preachers are not a…
Nothing matters but flopping on a mattress with cheap dreams and a beer as the leaves die and the horses d… and the landladies stare in the ha…
kool enough to die but not kill I take my doctor’s green pill drink tea as the sharks swim through vases o…
awaken at 11:30 a.m. get into my chinos and a clean gre… open a Miller’s, and nothing in the mailbox but the Berkeley Tribe
Wagner wasn’t done with us. I was standing in the yard during gym class when he walked up to me. “I’m putting you on garbage detail until further notice.” The kids had to work off their...
the motion of the human heart: strangled over Missouri; sheathed in hot wax in Boston; burned like a potato in Norfolk; lost in the Allegheny Mountains;
women don’t know how to love, she told me. you know how to love but women just want to leech.
We were eating meatballs and spaghetti. My problems were always discussed at dinner time. Dinner time was almost always an unhappy time. I didn’t answer my father’s question. “Henry, an...
my grandfather was a tall German with a strange smell on his breath… he stood very straight in front of his small house and his wife hated him
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
at the hospital that I have been going to the nurses seem overweight. they are bulky in their
think of the beds used again and again to fuck in to die in. in this land