#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
first of all, I had a hard time, a… locating the parking lot for the b… wasn’t off the main boulevard wher… the cars all driven by merciless k… were doing 55 mph in a 25 mph zone…
great writer remains in bed shades down doesn’t want to see anyone doesn’t want to write anymore doesn’t want to try anymore;
They had this thing called Training Class, and so for 30 minutes each night, anyhow, we didn’t have to stick mail. A big Italiano got up on the lecture platform to tell us where it was....
swans die in the Spring too and there it floated dead on a Sunday sideways circling in the current
red-eyed and dizzy as I the bird came flying all the way from Egypt at 5 o’clock in the morning, and Maria almost stumbled on her s…
I went into the bends. I got drunker and stayed drunker than a shit skunk in Purgatory. I even had the butcher knife against my throat one night in the kitchen and then I thought, easy,...
we take what we can see— the engines driving us mad, lovers finally hating; this fish in the market staring upward into our minds;
ask the sidewalk painters of Paris ask the sunlight on a sleeping dog ask the 3 pigs ask the paperboy ask the music of Donizetti
I was sitting next to a young girl who didn’t know her scheme very well. “Where does 2900 Roteford go?" she asked me. "Try throwing it to 33," I told her. “You say you’re from Kansas Ci...
she was hot, she was so hot I didn’t want anybody else to have… and if I didn’t get home on time she’d be gone, and I couldn’t bear… I’d go mad. . .
I had boils the size of tomatoes all over me they stuck a drill into me down at the county hospital, and
My mother went to her low-paying job each morning and my father, who didn’t have a job, left each morning too. Although most of the neighbors were unemployed he didn’t want them to thin...
I awaken about noon and go out to… in my old torn bathrobe. I’m hung over hair down in my eyes barefoot
she’s young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankl… and look at my wrists, I have pret… wrists my god,
keep remembering the horses under the moon keep remembering feeding the horse… sugar white oblongs of sugar