#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
I would, of course, prefer to be w… instead of with a photograph of an… to the sound of the anvil chorus a… girls kicking high, showing everyt… but I might as well be dead right…
The jew bent over and died. 99 machine guns were shipped to France. somebody w… while I inspected the propeller of an old monoplane
a woman told a man when he got off a plane that I was dead. a magazine printed the fact that I was dead
majestic, majic infinite my little girl is sun on the carpet—
I awaken about noon and go out to… in my old torn bathrobe. I’m hung over hair down in my eyes barefoot
the German hotel was very strange… double doors to the rooms, very th… looked the park and the vasser ter… it was usually too late for breakf… would be everywhere changing sheet…
self-congratulatory nonsense as th… famous gather to applaud their see… greatness you wonder where
don’t ever get the idea I am a poe… at the racetrack any day half drun… betting quarters, sidewheelers and… but let me tell you, there are som… who go where the money goes, and s…
at high noon at a small college near the beach sober the sweat running down my arms a spot of sweat on the table
Bruckner wasn’t bad even though he got down on his knees and proclaimed Wagner the master.
you know what Li Po said when ask… Artist or Rich? I’d rather be Rich,” he replied,… sitting on the doorsteps of the Rich.”
The next day in bed I got tired of waiting for the airplanes and I found a large yellow notebook that had been meant for high school work. It was empty. I found a pen. I went to bed wit...
I have been hanging here headless for so long that the body has forgotten
cimen altinda gecen 225 gunden son… kanini emip bitireli epey oldu, ar… bu isler boyle mi oluyor? bu odada hala ask saatlerinin golg… birakip gittiginde asagi yukari he…
Christmas eve, alone, in a motel room down the coast near the Pacific— hear it?