#AmericanWriters
Bruckner wasn’t bad even though he got down on his knees and proclaimed Wagner the master.
the vultures at the zoo (all three of them) sit very quietly in their caged tree and below
the problem, of course, isn’t the… it’s the living parts which make up the Dem… the next person you pass on the st… multiply
listening to Wagner as outside in the dark the wind bl… trees wave and shake lights go off and on the walls creak and the… bed...
we have everything and we have not… and some men do it in churches and some men do it by tearing butt… in half and some men do it in Palm Spring…
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…
neither does this mean the dead are at the door begging bread before
a poem is a city filled with stree… filled with saints, heroes, beggar… filled with banality and booze, filled with rain and thunder and p… drought, a poem is a city at war,
a great white light dawns across t… continent as we fawn over our failed traditi… often kill to preserve them or sometimes kill just to kill.
drive to the beach at night in the winter and sit and look at the burned-dow… wonder why they just let it sit th… in the water.
I didn’t contest the divorce, didn’t go to court. Joyce gave me the car. She didn’t drive. All I had lost was 3 or 4 million. But I still had the post office. “I saw you with that bitch...
this woman keeps phoning me even though I tell her I am livin… I love. I keep hearing noises in the envir… she phones,
don’t undress my love you might find a mannequin: don’t undress the mannequin you might find my love.
watch you walking with your machin… ah, you’re too stupid to be cut li… you’re too stupid to let anything… the girls won’t use their knives o… they don’t want to
Phillipe ’s is an old time cafe off Alameda street just a little north and east of the main post office. Phillipe’s opens at 5 a.m.