#AmericanWriters
invent yourself and then reinvent… don’t swim in the same slough. invent yourself and then reinvent… and stay out of the clutches of medioc…
“she shoots up in the neck,” she t… me. I told her to stick it into my ass and she tried and said, “oh oh… and I said, “what the hell’s the m… she said, “nothing, this is New Y…
This will refer to the letter addressed to you dated August 17, 1969, proposing your suspension without pay for three days or other disciplinary action, based on Charge No. 1 specified ...
“you know,” she said, “you were at the bar so you didn’t see but I danced with this guy. we danced and we danced close.
to be writing poetry at the age of… like a schoolboy, surely, I must be crazy; racetracks and booze and arguments with the landlord;
one of the terrible things is really being in bed night after night with a woman you no longer
I made practice runs down to skid row to get ready for my future. I didn’t like what I saw down there. Those men and women had no special daring or brilliance. They wanted what everybod...
women don’t know how to love, she told me. you know how to love but women just want to leech.
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…
when I look back now at the abuse I took from her I feel shame that I was so innocent,
sun-stroked women without men on a Santa Monica Monday; the men are working or in jail or insane;
They are building a house half a block down and I sit up here with the shades down listening to the sounds,
it beats love because there aren’t… wounds: in the morning she turns on the radio, Brahms or… or Stravinsky or Mozart. she boil… eggs counting the seconds out loud…
when Whitman wrote, “I sing the b… I know what he meant I know what he wanted:
call it th e green house effect or… but it just doesn’t rain like it used to. particularly remember the rains of… depression era.