#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
The riots ended, the baby calmed down, and I found ways to avoid Janko. But the dizzy spells persisted. The doctor wrote me a standing order for the green-white librium capsules and the...
man, he said, sitting on the steps your car sure needs a wash and wax… I can do it for you for 5 bucks, I got the wax, I got the rags, I… I need.
the old L.A. Public Library burn… down that library downtown and with it went large part of my
Three or four days later I found her note and phoned Debra. She said, “Come on over.” She gave me the directions to Playa del Rey and I drove over. She had a small rented house with a f...
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…
I was back in L.A. about a week and a half. It was night. The phone rang. It was Cecelia, she was sobbing. “Hank, Bill is dead. You’re the first one I’ve called.” “I’m so glad you came ...
3 small boys run toward me blowing whistles and they scream you’re under arrest! you’re drunk!
After dinner or lunch or whatever it was—with my crazy 12 hour night I was no longer sure what was what—I said, "Look, baby, I’m sorry, but don’t you realize that this job is driving me...
red hair real she whirled it and she asked “is my ass still on?”
screen like a burglar to take your… the snake had crawled the hole, and she said, tell me about yourself.
my first and only wife painted and she talked to me about it: it’s all so painful
I can’t have it and you can’t have it and we won’t get it so don’t bet on it
I was coming home from classes down Westview hill. I never had any books to carry. I passed my exams by listening to the class lectures and by guessing at the answers. I never had to cr...
you’ve got to fuck a great many wo… beautiful women and write a few decent love poems. and don’t worry about age and/or freshly-arrived talents.
this head like a saucer decorated with everything as lip to lip we hang in mechanical joy; my hands blaze with arias