#AmericanWriters
this fear of being what they are: dead. at least they are not out on the s… are careful to stay indoors, those pasty mad who sit alone before the…
sun-stroked women without men on a Santa Monica Monday; the men are working or in jail or insane;
I had begun to dislike my father. He was always angry about something. Wherever we went he got into arguments with people. But he didn’t appear to frighten most people; they often just ...
they go on writing pumping out poems— young boys and college professors wives who drink wine all afternoon while their husbands work,
outside my window Sunday. I am eating a grapefruit. church is over at the… Orthodox to the west.
I’m soft. I dream too. I let myself dream. I dream of being famous. I dream of walking the streets of London and
drunk and writing poems at 3 a.m. what counts now is one more tight
the girls are coming home in their… and I sit by the window and watch. there’s a girl in a red dress driving a white car
as the poems go into the thousands… realize that you’ve created very little. it comes down to the rain, the sun… the traffic, the nights and the da…
Marina Louise, Fay named the child. So there it was, Marina Louise Chinaski. In the crib by the window. Looking up at the tree leafs and bright designs whirling on the ceiling. Then she...
Style is the answer to everything. A fresh way to approach a dull or… To do a dull thing with style is p… To do a dangerous thing with style… Bullfighting can be an art
I found that the only time to study was before sleeping. I was always too tired to make and eat breakfast, so I would go out and buy a tall 6 pack, put it on the chair beside the bed, r...
Markov claims I am trying to stab his soul but I’d prefer his wife. put my feet on the coffee table and he says,
suppose like others have come through fire and sword, love gone wrong, head-on crashes, drunk at sea, and I have listened to the simple…
the boy walks with his muddy feet… soul talking about recitals, virtuosi,… the lesser known novels of Dostoev… talking about how he corrected a w…