#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
sitting with the professors we talk about Allen Tate and John Crow Ransom the rugs are clean and the coffeetables shine
I suppose so. I was living in an attic in Phila… it became very hot in the summer a… bars. I didn’t have any money and… I put a small ad in the paper and…
I suppose it’s raining in some Sp… while I’m feeling bad like this; I’d like to think so now.
We continued drinking. Cecelia had just one more and stopped. “I want to go out and look at the moon and stars,” she said. “It’s so beautiful out!” She went outside by the swimming pool...
I sit here on the 2nd floor hunched over in yellow pajamas still pretending to be a writer.
16 and one-half inch neck 68 years old lifts weights body like a young
old Butch, they fixed him the girls don’t look like much anymore. when Big Sam moved out of the back
in the winter walking on my ceiling my eyes the size of street… I have 4 feet like a mouse but wash my own underwear—bearded and hungover and a hard-on and no lawy…
my mother, father and I walked to the market once a week for our government relief food: cans of beans, cans of
I used to take the back off the telephone and stuff it with ra… and when somebody knocked I wouldn’t answer and if they pers… I’d tell them in terms vulgar
watch them push the crippled and t… in their wheelchairs on to the electric lift which carries them up into the lon… where each chair is locked down
we like to shower afterwards (I like the water hotter than she) and her face is always soft and pe… and she’ll wash me first spread the soap over my balls
murdered in the alleys of the land frost-bitten against flagpoles pawned by females educated in the dark for the dark vomiting into plugged toilets
my grandmother had a serious gas problem. we only saw her on Sunday. she’d sit down to dinner and she’d have gas.
this head like a saucer decorated with everything as lip to lip we hang in mechanical joy; my hands blaze with arias