#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
dumb, Jesus Christ, some people are so dumb you can hear them splashing around
see this poem? was written without drinking. don’t need to drink to write.
at exactly 12:00 midnight 1973-74 Los Angeles it began to rain on the palm leaves outside my window
he sat naked and drunk in a room o… night, running the blade of the kn… under his fingernails, smiling, th… of all the letters he had received telling him that
for five years I have been looking across the way at the side of a red apartment hou… there must be people in there even love in there
It was a Wednesday night, 12:30 am and I was very sick. My stomach was raw, but I managed to hold down a few beers. Tammie was with me and she seemed sympathetic. Dancy was at her grand...
“You ought to try to be like Abe Mortenson,” said my mother, “he gets straight A’s. Why can’t you ever get any A’s?” “Henry is dead on his ass,” said my father. “Sometimes I can’t belie...
terrible arguments. and, at last, lying peacefully on her large bed which is spread in red with cool patterns o…
Either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when I was a young man I felt these things were dumb, unsophisticated.
I was the last one off the plane and there was Joanna Dover. “Joanna, let’s have a Bloody Mary while we wait for my baggage. Oh hell, I don’t have any baggage. But let’s have a Bloody M...
dying for a beer dying for and of life on a windy afternoon in Hollywood listening to symphony music from m… on the floor.
one of Lorca’s best lines is, “agony, always agony ...” think of this when you
the girls were young and worked the streets but often couldn’t score, they
having the low down blues and goin… into a restraunt to eat. you sit at a table. the waitress smiles at you. she’s dumpy. her ass is too big.
30 dogs, 20 men on 20 horses and o… and look here, they write, you are a dupe for the state, the… you are in the ego-dream, read your history, study the monet…