#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I took the envelope home to my mother and handed it to her and walked into the bedroom. My bedroom. The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even ...
we were in bed and she started to fight: “you son of a bitch! you just wait… I’ll get you!” I began laughing:
he packaged it up neatly in differ… sending the legs to an aunt in St.… the head to a scoutmaster in Brook… the belly to a cross-eyed butcher… the female organs were sent to a y…
After nine or ten hours people began getting sleepy and falling into their cases, catching themselves just in time. We were working the zoned mail. If a letter read zone 28 you stuck it...
was much easier to be a genius in… only 3 or 4 literary magazines and… or 5 times you could end up in Ger… you could possibly meet Picasso fo… maybe only Miró.
they say that nothing is wasted: either that or it all is.
you know I sat on the same barstool in Phi… 5 years I drank canned heat and the cheape… I was beaten in alleys by well-fed…
Sunday, I am eating a grapefruit, church is over at the… Orthadox to the west. she is dark
the cockroach crouched against the tile while I was pissing and as I turned my head he hauled his butt
I’m out of matches. the springs in my couch are broken. they stole my footlocker. they stole my oil painting of
It was 3 or 4 days before I had to fly to Houston to give a reading. I went to the track, drank at the track, and afterwards I went to a bar on Hollywood Boulevard. I went home at 9 or ...
there was a frozen tree that I wan… but the shells came down and in Vegas looking across at a g… at 3:30 in the morning, I died without nails, without a co…
Go to Tibet. Ride a camel. Read the Bible. Dye your shoes blue. Grow a Beard.
the canaries were there, and the l… and the old woman with warts; and I was there, a child and I touched the piano keys as they talked—
I was editing a little magazine at the time, The Laxative Approach. I had two co-editors and we felt that we were printing the best poets of our time. Also some of the other kind. One o...