#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
Marina Louise, Fay named the child. So there it was, Marina Louise Chinaski. In the crib by the window. Looking up at the tree leafs and bright designs whirling on the ceiling. Then she...
live alone in a small room and read the newspapers and sleep alone in the dark dreaming of crowds.
I was standing in line at the bank… when the old fellow in front of me dropped his glasses (luckily, with… case) and as he bent over
once we were young at this machine. . . drinking
she wore a platinum blond wig and her face was rouged and powder… and she put the lipstick on making a huge painted mouth and her neck was wrinkled
the branches break, the birds fall… the whores stand straight, the bombs stack, evening, morning, night, peanutbutter,
you came out, she said, and then you kicked this guy’s car and then you threw yourself into a… you crushed the whole bush,
Every route had its traps and only the regular carriers knew of them. Each day it was another god damned thing, and you were always ready for a rape, murder, dogs, or insanity of some s...
ask the sidewalk painters of Paris ask the sunlight on a sleeping dog ask the 3 pigs ask the paperboy ask the music of Donizetti
near the corner table in the cafe middle-aged couple sit. they have finished their
in the afternoon they lean against one another and you can see how much they like the sun.
16 years old during the depression I’d come home drunk and all my clothing— shorts, shirts, stockings—
they found him walking along the f… all red in front he had taken a rusty tin can and cut off his sexual
dying for a beer dying for and of life on a windy afternoon in Hollywood listening to symphony music from m… on the floor.
a symphony orchestra. there is a thunderstorm, they are playing a Wagner overture and the people leave their seats u… and run inside to the pavilion