#AmericanWriters
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...
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.
she wrote me a letter from a small room near the Seine. she said she was going to dancing class, she got up, she said at 5 o’clock in the morning
Within a day or two, about 1 pm in the afternoon there was a knock at my door. It was a painter, Monty Riff, or so he informed me. He also told me that I used to get drunk with him when...
drunk again at 3 a.m. at the end o… of wine, I have typed from a dozen… poesy an old man maddened for the flesh of young gi…
first they used to, he told me, gun and bomb the elephants, you could hear their screams over… but you flew high to bomb the peop… you never saw it,
is the slim tall ear-ringed bedroom damsel dressed in a long gown
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
Katherine stayed 4 or 5 more days. We had reached the time of the month when it was risky for Katherine to fuck. I couldn’t stand rubbers. Katherine got some contraceptive foam. Meanwhi...
Shirley came to town with a broken… and met the Chicano who smoked long slim cigars and they got a place together on Beacon street
one of Lorca’s best lines is, “agony, always agony ...” think of this when you
I suppose it’s raining in some Sp… while I’m feeling bad like this; I’d like to think so now.
was a truly amazing man he pretended to be rich even though we lived on beans and… when we sat down to eat, he said,
Making love in the sun, in the mor… in a hotel room above the alley where poor men poke for bottles; making love in the sun
she was sitting in the window of room 1010 at the Chelsea in New York, Janis Joplin’s old room. it was 104 degrees