#AmericanWriters
I have been hanging here headless for so long that the body has forgotten
they say that nothing is wasted: either that or it all is.
They are building a house half a block down and I sit up here with the shades down listening to the sounds,
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.
up in northern California he stood in the pulpit and had been reading for some time he had been reading poems about nature and the goodness
in the men’s room at the track this boy of about 7 or 8 years old came out of a stall
Mindy stayed about a week. I introduced her to my friends. We went places. But nothing was resolved. I couldn’t climax. She didn’t seem to mind. It was strange. Around 10:45 PM one even...
all right, while we are gently cel… and while crazy classical music le… my small radio, I light a fresh ci… and realize that I am still very m… the 21st century is almost upon me…
I only met one student at City College that I liked, Robert Becker. He wanted to be a writer. “I’m going to learn everything there is to learn about writing. It will be like taking a ca...
The next day in bed I got tired of waiting for the airplanes and I found a large yellow notebook that had been meant for high school work. It was empty. I found a pen. I went to bed wit...
he has on blue jeans and tennis sh… and walks with two young girls about his age. every now and then he leaps into the air and
very tall girl lifts her nose at m… outside a supermarket as if I were a walking garbage can; and I had no desire for her, no more desire
you consult psychiatrists and phil… when things aren’t going well and whores when they are. the whores are there for young boy… men; to the young boys they say,
half-past nowhere alone in the crumbling tower of myself stumbling in this the
we are gathered here now to bury her in this poem. she did not marry an unemployed wi… beat her every