#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I was sitting with an anarchist from Beverly Hills, Ben Solvnag, who was writing my biography when I heard her footsteps on the court walk. I knew the sound—they were always fast and fr...
One day, just like in grammar school, like with David, a boy attached himself to me. He was small and thin and had almost no hair on top of his head. The guys called him Baldy. His real...
The jew bent over and died. 99 machine guns were shipped to France. somebody w… while I inspected the propeller of an old monoplane
3 small boys run toward me blowing whistles and they scream you’re under arrest! you’re drunk!
now more and more all these people running around wearing the American Flag Shirt and it was more or less once assum… think but I’m not sure)
I wait on life like a pregnancy, p… the gut but all I hear now is the piano slamming its teeth throu… brain
I pick up the skirt, I pick up the sparkling beads in black, this thing that moved once around flesh,
more wasted days, gored days, evaporated days. more squandered days, days pissed away,
in the slow Mexican air I watched… and they cut off his ear, and his… no more terror than a rock. driving back the next day we stopp… and watched the golden red and blu…
I looked for a job all summer and couldn’t find one. Jimmy Hatcher caught on at an aircraft plant. Hitler was acting up in Europe and creating jobs for the unemployed. I had been with J...
Later in the hospital they were dabbing at my knees with pieces of cotton that had been soaked in something. It burned. My elbows burned too. The doctor was bending over me with a nurse...
Lydia phoned me in the morning. “Whenever you get drunk,” she said, “I’m going out dancing. I went to the Red Umbrella last night and I asked men to dance with me. A woman has a right t...
Of all the guys left in the neighborhood, Frank was the nicest. We got to be friends, we got to going around together, we didn’t need the other guys much. They had more or less kicked F...
the branches break, the birds fall… the whores stand straight, the bombs stack, evening, morning, night, peanutbutter,
When I awakened a few hours later, Tanya was not in the bed. It was only 9 am. I found her sitting on the couch drinking out of a pint of whiskey. “I always get up at noon. We’re going ...