#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
I only met one student at City College that I liked, Robert Becker. He wanted to be a writer. “I’m going to learn everything there is to learn about writing. It will be like taking a ca...
Joyce found a job with the county, the county Police Department, of all things. I was living with a cop! But at least it was during the day, which gave me a little rest from those fondl...
I took the envelope home to my mother and handed it to her and walked into the bedroom. My bedroom. The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even ...
The next thing I knew, I had a young girl from Texas on my lap. I won’t go into details of how I met her. Anyway, there it was. She was 23. I was 36. She had long blonde hair and was go...
dumb, Jesus Christ, some people are so dumb you can hear them splashing around
I got in the shower and burned my balls last Wednesday. met this painter called Spain, no, he was a cartoonist,
sleepy now at 4 a.m. hear the siren of a white ambulance,
I don’t know how many bottles of b… I have consumed while waiting for… to get better. I don’t know how much wine and whi… and beer
I know that some night in some bedroom soon my fingers will rift
At 3:30 a.m. my twelve hours were… I set the alarm so that I would b… “What happened, Hank? We thought… “I’m quitting.” “Quitting?” “Yes, you can’t blame a man for wa…
half-past nowhere alone in the crumbling tower of myself stumbling in this the
she’s young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankles, and look at my wrists, I have pret… wrists
he carried a piece of carbon, a blade and a whip and at night he feared his head and covered it with blankets
It was another Sunday that we got into the Model-T in search of my Uncle John. “He has no ambition,” said my father. “I don’t see how he can hold his god-damned head up and look people ...
It’s never quite right, he said, t… the way the music sounds, the way… written. It’s never quite right, he said, a… taught, all the loves we chase, al…