#AmericanWriters
cigarettes wetted with beer from the night before you light one gag open the door for air
twitching in the sheets— to face the sunlight again, that’s clearly trouble. I like the city better when the
man, he said, sitting on the steps your car sure needs a wash and wax… I can do it for you for 5 bucks, I got the wax, I got the rags, I… I need.
you no faces no faces at all laughing at nothing—
big sloppy wounded dog hit by a car and walking toward the curbing making enormous sounds
sitting on a 2nd-floor porch at 1:… while looking out over the city. could be worse. we needn’t accomplish great things…
The guide took us all over the building. There were so many of us that they had to break us up into groups. We used the elevator in shifts. We were shown the employee’s cafeteria, the b...
An old man asked me for a cigarett… and I carefully dealt out two. Been lookin’ for job. Gonna stand in the sun and smoke.” He was close to rags and rage
yes, they begin out in a willow, I… the starch mountains begin out in… and keep right on going without re… pumas and nectarines somehow these mountains are like
Times were still hard. Nobody was any more surprised than I when Mears– Starbuck phoned and asked me to report to work the next Monday. I had gone all around town putting in dozens of a...
all I’ve ever known are whores, ex… madwomen. I see men with quiet, gentle women—I see them in the sup… I see them walking down the street… I see them in their apartments: pe…
long ago he edited a little magazi… was up in San Francisco during the beat era during the reading-poetry-with-jaz… and I remember him because he neve…
she’s young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankl… and look at my wrists, I have pret… wrists my god,
kool enough to die but not kill I take my doctor’s green pill drink tea as the sharks swim through vases o…
I saw her when I was in the left… going east on Sunset. she was sitting with her legs crossed reading a paperback.