#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
old Butch, they fixed him the girls don’t look like much anymore. when Big Sam moved out of the back
think of de vils in hell and stare at a beautiful vase of flowers as the woman in my bedroom
the German hotel was very strange… double doors to the rooms, very th… looked the park and the vasser ter… it was usually too late for breakf… would be everywhere changing sheet…
we were in bed and she started to fight: “you son of a bitch! you just wait… I’ll get you!” I began laughing:
sit on this bench and look at the sea and the freaks and the lovers. need new eyes a new mouth new pillows, a new woman.
“Get a seat for her, put her on the tab,” I told Marty. “All right. We’ll set her up. We’re S.R.O. We’ve had to turn away 150 and it’s 30 minutes before you go on.” “I want to introduce...
I’ve watched this city burn twice in my lifetime and the most notable event was the reaction of the politicians in the
A week later I was driving down Hollywood Boulevard with Lydia. A weekly entertainment newspaper published in California at that time had asked me to write an article on the life of the...
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...
That night I took Tammie to the harness races. We went upstairs to the second deck and sat down. I brought her a program and she stared at it a while. (At the harness races, past perfor...
the swans drown in bilge water, take down the signs, test the poisons, barricade the cow from the bull,
I got lucky the next day. They called my name. It was a different doctor. I stripped down. He turned a hot white light on me and looked me over. I was sitting on the edge of the examina...
this head like a saucer decorated with everything as lip to lip we hang in mechanical joy; my hands blaze with arias
I’ve come by, she says, to tell yo… that this is it. I’m not kidding,… over. this is it. I sit on the couch watching her ar… her long red hair before my bedroo…
Bruckner wasn’t bad even though he got down on his knees and proclaimed Wagner the master.