#AmericanWriters
being the German kid in the 20’s i… was difficult. there was much anti-German feeling… a carry-over from World War 1. gangs of kids chased me through th…
the acute and terrible air hangs w… as summer birds mingle in the bran… and warble and mystify the clamor of the mind… an old parrot
live alone in a small room and read the newspapers and sleep alone in the dark dreaming of crowds.
the droll noon where squadrons of worms creep up like stripteasers to be raped by blackbirds. I go outside
I have been hanging here headless for so long that the body has forgotten
one of Lorca’s best lines is, “agony, always agony ...” think of this when you
I drank for the next week. I drank night and day and wrote 25 or 30 mournful poems about lost love. It was Friday night when the phone rang. It was Mercedes. “I got married,” she said, ...
the critics now have me drinking champagne and driving a BMW and also married to a socialite from
the blue pencil of the wave shots of yellow road a steering wheel an insane woman sitting next to you
red summers and black satin charcoal and blood ringing the sheets while snails are stepped on and moths go batty
I have been looking at the same lampshade for 5 years and it has gathered
I’ve watched this city burn twice in my lifetime and the most notable event was the reaction of the politicians in the
he talks like he writes and he has a face like a dove, unt… externals. little shiver of horror runs throu… about
I looked for a job all summer and couldn’t find one. Jimmy Hatcher caught on at an aircraft plant. Hitler was acting up in Europe and creating jobs for the unemployed. I had been with J...
I go to pick her up. she’s on some errand. she always has errands many things to do. I have nothing to do.