#AmericanWriters
Tony phoned and told me that Jan had left him but that he was a… helped him he said to think about… like D. H. Lawrence pissed off with life in general bu…
I am in this low—slung sports car painted a deep, rich yellow driving under an Italian sun. I have a British accent. I’m wearing dark shades
Go to Tibet. Ride a camel. Read the Bible. Dye your shoes blue. Grow a Beard.
what you see is what you see: madhouses are rarely on display. that we still walk about and scratch ourselves and light
dogs and angels are not very different. I often go to this place to eat about 2:30 in the afternoon
terror finally becomes almost bearable but never quite terror creeps like a cat crawls like a cat
I get too many phone calls. they seek the creature out. they shouldn’t.
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...
To give life you must take life, and as our grief falls flat and ho… upon the billion—blooded sea I pass upon serious inward—breakin… with white—legged, white—bellied r…
I was shacked with a 24 year old girl from New York City for two weeks—about the time of the garbage
the lair of the hunted is hidden in the last place you’d ever look and even if you find it you won’t believe
New Year’s Eve was another bad night for me to get through. My parents had always delighted in New Year’s Eve, listening to it approach on the radio, city by city, until it arrived in L...
she pulled her dress off over her head and I saw the panties indented somewhat into the crotch.
at exactly 12:00 midnight 1973-74 Los Angeles it began to rain on the palm leaves outside my window
I am a panther shut up and bellowi… cement walls, and I am angry at bl… evenings without ventilation and I am angry with you, and it wi… like a rose