#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
the best often die by their own ha… just to get away, and those left behind can never quite understand why anybody
almost dawn blackbirds on the telephone wire waiting as I eat yesterday’s forgotten sandwich
Graduation Day. We filed in with our caps and gowns to “Pomp and Circumstance.” I suppose that in our three years we must have learned something. Our ability to spell had probably impro...
Vallejo writing about loneliness while starving to death; Van Gogh’s ear rejected by a whore;
sway with me, everything sad— madmen in stone houses without doors, lepers steaming love and song frogs trying to figure
I have been hanging here headless for so long that the body has forgotten
I’m big I suppose that’s why my women alwa… small but this 6 foot goddess who deals in real estate
she died of alcoholism wrapped in a blanket on a deck chair on an ocean steamer.
he hooked to the body hard took it well and loved to fight had seven in a row and a small fle… over one eye,
Joyce found a job with the county, the county Police Department, of all things. I was living with a cop! But at least it was during the day, which gave me a little rest from those fondl...
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
John F. Kennedy flower knocks upo… shot through the neck; the gladiolas gather by the dozens… India dripping into Ceylon;
the droll noon where squadrons of worms creep up like stripteasers to be raped by blackbirds. I go outside
I am a panther shut up and bellowi… cement walls, and I am angry at bl… evenings without ventilation and I am angry with you, and it wi… like a rose
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