#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I was fairly drunk when it began and I took out my bottle and… along the way. I was reading a wee… Kandel and I did not look quite a… pretty but
blue fish, the blue night, a blue… everything is blue. and my cats are blue: blue fur, bl… blue whiskers, blue eyes. my bed lamp shines
call it love stand it up in the failing light put it in a dress pray sing beg cry laugh
she bent over the side of the bed and opened the portfolio along the side of the wall. we were drinking. she said, “you promised me these
Two nights later I went over to Tammie’s place on Rustic Court. I knocked. The lights weren’t on. It seemed empty. I looked in her mailbox. There were letters in there. I wrote a note, ...
I saw her when I was in the left… going east on Sunset. she was sitting with her legs crossed reading a paperback.
there are many single women in the… with one or two or three children and one wonders where the husbands have gone or where the lovers have gone
the droll noon where squadrons of worms creep up like stripteasers to be raped by blackbirds. I go outside
listen, man, don’t tell me about t… sent, we didn’t receive them, we are very careful with manuscrip… we bake them burn them
I got in the shower and burned my balls last Wednesday. met this painter called Spain, no, he was a cartoonist,
the night I was going to die I was sweating on the bed and I could hear the crickets and there was a cat fight outside and I could feel my soul dropping…
Meanwhile, there was still Joyce, and her geraniums, and a couple of million if I could hang on. Joyce and the flies and the geraniums. I worked the night shift, 12 hours, and she pawed...
I’m soft. I dream too. I let myself dream. I dream of being famous. I dream of walking the streets of London and
we talk about this film: Cagney fed this broad grapefruit faster than she could eat it and
“You ought to try to be like Abe Mortenson,” said my mother, “he gets straight A’s. Why can’t you ever get any A’s?” “Henry is dead on his ass,” said my father. “Sometimes I can’t belie...