#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
I sat in the airport and waited. You never knew about photos. You could never tell. I was nervous. I felt like vomiting. I lit a cigarette and gagged. Why did I do these things? I didn’...
sleep at Lila’s and in the morning we get the breakfast special at th… then it’s up to her friend Buffy’s… Buffy has boy twins, father in dou… in a $150-a-month apt.
Sam the whorehouse man has squeaky shoes and he walks up and down the court squeaking and talking to
in the afternoon they lean against one another and you can see how much they like the sun.
I can’t have it and you can’t have it and we won’t get it so don’t bet on it
there are these small cliffs above the sea and it is night, late night; I have been unable to sleep, and with my car above me
Information has been received in this office indicating that you were arrested by the Los Angeles Police Department on March 12, 1969, on a drunk charge. In this connection, your atten...
a great white light dawns across t… continent as we fawn over our failed traditi… often kill to preserve them or sometimes kill just to kill.
I have been painting these last tw… it’s not much, you’re correct, but in this tournament great dream… history removes her dress and beco… and I have awakened in the morning
Vallejo writing about loneliness while starving to death; Van Gogh’s ear rejected by a whore;
You had to fill out more papers to get out than to get in. The first page they gave you was a personalized mimeo affair from the postmaster of the city. It began: “I am sorry you are te...
Then the supervisor moved us to a new aisle. We had been there ten hours. “Before you begin,” the soup said, "I want to tell you some– thing. Each tray of this type of mail must be stuc...
eating cold plums in bed she told me about the German who owned everything on the block except the custom drapery shop and he tried to buy
long ago he edited a little magazi… was up in San Francisco during the beat era during the reading-poetry-with-jaz… and I remember him because he neve…
I awaken about noon and go out to… in my old torn bathrobe. I’m hung over hair down in my eyes barefoot