#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
this time has finished me. I feel like the German troops whipped by snow and the communists walking bent with newspapers stuffed into
Every night was about the same. I’d drive along the coast looking for a place to have dinner. I wanted an expensive place that wasn’t too crowded. I developed a nose for those places. I...
he’s a runt he snarls and scratches chases cars groans in his sleep and has a perfect star above each…
in the center of the action you have to lay down like an anima… until it charges, you have to lay down
think of de vils in hell and stare at a beautiful vase of flowers as the woman in my bedroom
takes lot of desperation dissatisfaction and
dogs and angels are not very different. I often go to this place to eat about 2:30 in the afternoon
a girlfriend came in built me a bed scrubbed and waxed the kitchen flo… scrubbed the walls vacuumed
in the earliest possible day in the blue-headed noon I will telegraph you a boney hand decorated with
in the hospitals I’ve been in you see the crosses on the walls with the thin palm leaves behind t… yellowed and browned it is the signal to accept the ine…
it’s strange when famous people di… whether they have fought the good… the bad one. it’s strange when famous people di… whether we like them or not
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
hey, said my friend, I want you to… Hangdog Harry, he reminds me of y… and I said, all right, and we went… this cheap hotel. old men sitting around watching
Then Joyce wanted to go back to the city. For all the draw– backs, that little town, haircuts or not, beat city life. It was quiet. We had our own house. Joyce fed me well.) Plenty of m...
at one stage in my life I met a man who claimed to have visited Pound at St. Elizabeths. then I met a woman who not only claimed to have visited