#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
feet of cheese coffeepot soul hands that hate poolsticks eyes like paperclips I prefer red wine
she’s not for you, man, she’s not your type, she’s erased she’s been used she’s got all the wrong
I suppose so. I was living in an attic in Phila… it became very hot in the summer a… bars. I didn’t have any money and… I put a small ad in the paper and…
There was death in that place on the hill. I knew it the first day I walked out the screen door and into the backyard. A zing– ing binging buzzing whining sound came right at me: 10,000...
turmoil is the god madness is the god permanent living peace is permanent living death. agony can kill
they go on writing pumping out poems— young boys and college professors wives who drink wine all afternoon while their husbands work,
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.
Lydia and I were always fighting. She was a flirt and it irritated me. When we ate out I was sure she was eyeballing some man across the room. When my male friends came by to visit and ...
they talk down through the centuries to us, and this we need more and more, the statues and paintings in midnight age
Fay was all right with the pregnancy. For an old gal, she was all right. We waited around at our place. Finally the time came. “It won’t be long,” she said. “I don’t want to get there t...
bet on #6, I try red, I stare at… wonder what Chekhov would do, and… blue plates sit eating the carnage… and look very much like Russians a… my left tit and try to smile like…
Jack London drinking his life awa… writing of strange and heroic men. Eugene O’Neill drinking himself o… while writing his dark and poetic works.
I went upstairs to 409, had a stiff scotch and water, took some money out of the top drawer, went down the steps, got in my car and drove to the racetrack. I got there in time for the f...
I heard it first while screwing a… who had the biggest box in Scranton. I listened to it again as I wrote… to my mother
I went with two ladies down to Venice to look for antique furniture. I parked in back of the store and went in with them.