#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
and the subnormal. all through grammar school junior high high school junior college
Meanwhile, things went on. I had a long run of luck at the racetrack. I began to feel confident out there. You went for a certain profit each day, somewhere between 15 and 40 bucks. You...
take a writer away from his typewr… and all you have left is the sickness which started him
dying has its rough edge. no escaping now. the warden has his eye on me. his bad eye. I’m doing hard time now.
It was another Sunday that we got into the Model-T in search of my Uncle John. “He has no ambition,” said my father. “I don’t see how he can hold his god-damned head up and look people ...
at one stage in my life I met a man who claimed to have visited Pound at St. Elizabeths. then I met a woman who not only claimed to have visited
The next night as they moved the group from the main build– ing to the training building, I stopped to talk to Gus the old newsboy. Gus had once been 3rd-ranked welterweight contender b...
she came to my place drunk riding a deer up on the front porc… so many women want to save the wor… but can’t keep their own kitchens… but me...
she was a short one getting fat and she had once been beautiful and she drank the wine she drank the wine in bed and
I didn’t contest the divorce, didn’t go to court. Joyce gave me the car. She didn’t drive. All I had lost was 3 or 4 million. But I still had the post office. “I saw you with that bitch...
Mindy stayed about a week. I introduced her to my friends. We went places. But nothing was resolved. I couldn’t climax. She didn’t seem to mind. It was strange. Around 10:45 PM one even...
she only fucks the ones she doesn’… to marry. to the others she says you’ve got to marry me. or maybe she just fucks the ones s…
she sits up there drinking wine while her husband is at work. she puts quite
is the slim tall ear-ringed bedroom damsel dressed in a long gown
neither does this mean the dead are at the door begging bread before