#AmericanWriters
the pleasures of the damned are limited to brief moments of happiness: like the eyes in the look of a dog… like a square of wax,
it’s strange when famous people di… whether they have fought the good… the bad one. it’s strange when famous people di… whether we like them or not
Julio came by with his guitar and… latest song. Julio was famous, he wrote songs a… published books of little drawings… poems.
I am hung by a nail the sun melts my heart I am cousin to the snake
feet of cheese coffeepot soul hands that hate poolsticks eyes like paperclips I prefer red wine
I wait on life like a pregnancy, p… the gut but all I hear now is the piano slamming its teeth throu… brain
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 next time you listen to Borod… remember he was just a chemist who wrote music to relax; his house was jammed with peor e: students, artists, drunkards, bur…
you’ve got to fuck a great many wo… beautiful women and write a few decent love poems. and don’t worry about age and/or freshly-arrived talents.
there is always that space there just before they get to us that space that fine relaxer the breather
I have been looking at the same lampshade for 5 years and it has gathered
at their best, there is gentleness… some understanding and, at times,… courage but all in all it is a mass, a glo… have too much.
it was up in San Francisco after my poetry reading. it had been a nice crowd I had gotten my money I had this place upstairs
Three or four days later I found her note and phoned Debra. She said, “Come on over.” She gave me the directions to Playa del Rey and I drove over. She had a small rented house with a f...
That Tuesday night we were sitting at my place drinking; Tammie, me and her brother, Jay. The phone rang. It was Bobby. “Louie and his wife are down here and she’d like to meet you.” Lo...