#AmericanWriters
Bobby and Valerie came by and I introduced everybody around. “Valerie and I are going to take a vacation and rent rooms by the seashore in Manhattan Beach,” said Bobby. “Why don’t you g...
I began receiving letters from a girl in New York City. Her name was Mindy. She had run across a couple of my books, but the best thing about her letters was that she seldom mentioned w...
Vallejo writing about loneliness while starving to death; Van Gogh’s ear rejected by a whore;
places to hunt places to hide are getting harder to find, and pet canaries and goldfish too, did you… that?
no we can’t we can’t win it I’ve decided we can’t win it just for a while we thought we cou… but that was just for a while
he has on blue jeans and tennis sh… and walks with two young girls about his age. every now and then he leaps into the air and
The next time you listen to Borod… remember he was just a chemist who wrote music to relax; his house was jammed with peor e: students, artists, drunkards, bur…
I am hung by a nail the sun melts my heart I am cousin to the snake
we take what we can see— the engines driving us mad, lovers finally hating; this fish in the market staring upward into our minds;
Then there were only 6 or 7 of us.… “How you doing on your scheme, Ch… “No trouble at all,” I said. “O.… “Yes, Woodburn.” “Listen, I don’t like to be bothe…
Bach, I said, he had 20 children. he played the horses during the da… he f—ed at night and drank in the mornings. he wrote music in between.
if I suffer at this typewriter think how I’d feel among the lettuce-pickers of Salinas?
I have seen an old man around town… carrying an enormous pack. he uses a walking stick and moves up and down the streets with this pack strapped to his bac…
I was hungover again, another heat spell was on—a week of 100 degree days. The drinking went on each night, and in the early mornings and days there was The Stone and the impossibility ...
red face Texas and age he’s at an L.A. racetrack