#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
a house with 7 or 8 people living in it getting up the rent. there’s a stereo never used and a set of bongos
I go to pick her up. she’s on some errand. she always has errands many things to do. I have nothing to do.
got out, fellow said, “hey!” walke… me, we shook hands, he slipped me… tickets for free car washes, “find… told him, walked on through to wai… area with wife, we sat on outside…
in the winter walking on my ceiling my eyes the size of street… I have 4 feet like a mouse but wash my own underwear—bearded and hungover and a hard-on and no lawy…
naked in that bright light the four horse falls and throws a 112-pound boy into the hooves
one of Lorca’s best lines is, “agony, always agony ...” think of this when you
it is like this when you slip down, done like a wound-up victrola (you remember those?) and you go downtown
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
when Whitman wrote, “I sing the b… I know what he meant I know what he wanted:
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Our man was there to meet us, Gary Benson. He also wrote poetry and drove a cab. He was very fat but at least he didn’t look like a poet, he didn’t look North Beach or East Village or l...
There are sketches on the walls of… and outside a large green bus swer… insanity sprung from a waving line… says the radio, and Jane Austin,… “I am going to do her portrait on…
live alone in a small room and read the newspapers and sleep alone in the dark dreaming of crowds.
“your poems about the girls will s… 50 years from now when the girls a… my editor phones me. dear editor: the girls appear to be gone
I have just spent one—hour—and—a—h… handicapping tomorrow’s card. when am I going to get at the poem… well, they’ll just have to wait