#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
there he is: not too many hangovers not too many fights with women not too many flat tires never a thought of suicide
Go to Tibet. Ride a camel. Read the Bible. Dye your shoes blue. Grow a Beard.
My mother went to her low-paying job each morning and my father, who didn’t have a job, left each morning too. Although most of the neighbors were unemployed he didn’t want them to thin...
since my last name was Fuch, he sa… believe the school yard was tough:… powder down my neck, threw gravel… with rubber bands in class, and ou… me names, well, one name mainly, o…
the acute and terrible air hangs w… as summer birds mingle in the bran… and warble and mystify the clamor of the mind… an old parrot
ah, Merryman, fighter on the docks, killed a man while they were unloa… bananas. mean the man he killed
a very miraculous thing just happe… my beerbottle flipped over backwar… and landed on its bottom on the fl… and I have set it upon the table t… but the photos were not so lucky t…
the Egyptians loved the cat were often entombed with it instead of with the women and never with the dog but now
sleepy now at 4 a.m. hear the siren of a white ambulance,
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
Her father really hated me. He thought I was after his money. I didn’t want his god damned money. And I didn’t even want his god damned precious daughter. The only time I ever saw him w...
a single dog walking alone on a hot sidewalk of summer appears to have the power of ten thousand gods.
I have been looking at the same lampshade for 5 years and it has gathered
too much too little too fat too thin or nobody.
New Year’s Eve was another bad night for me to get through. My parents had always delighted in New Year’s Eve, listening to it approach on the radio, city by city, until it arrived in L...