#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
Each night as I got ready to go on in, Joyce had my clothing laid out on the bed. Everything was the most expensive money could buy. I never wore the same pair of pants, the same shirt,...
in the earliest possible day in the blue-headed noon I will telegraph you a boney hand decorated with
drinking German beer and trying to come up with the immortal poem at 5 p.m. in the afternoon. but, ah, I’ve told the
this one teaches that one lives with his mother and that one is supported by a red… with the brain of a gnat. this one takes speed and has been…
our marriage book, it says. I look through it. they lasted ten years. they were young once.
it’s unfortunate, and simply not the style, but I don’t care: girls remind me of hair in the sink, girls remind me of intestines and bladders and excretory movements; it’s unfortunate a...
you haven’t lived until you’ve been in a flophouse with nothing but one light bulb
looking out the window smoking rolled cigarettes drinking Sanka and watching the workers come on in
he came to the door one night wet… terrorized white cross-eyed tailless cat took him in and fed him and he sta… grew to trust me until a friend dr…
sitting in a dark bedroom with 3 j… female. brown paper bags filled with trash… everywhere. is one-thirty in the afternoon.
I met a genius on the train today about 6 years old, he sat beside me and as the train
we have everything and we have not… and some men do it in churches and some men do it by tearing butt… in half and some men do it in Palm Spring…
“what?” they say, “you got a computer?” it’s like I have sold out to the enemy. I had no idea so many
you’ve got to fuck a great many wo… beautiful women and write a few decent love poems. and don’t worry about age and/or freshly-arrived talents.
this Friday night the Mexican girls at the Catholic… look especially good their husbands are in the bars and the Mexican girls look young