#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
At 3:30 a.m. my twelve hours were… I set the alarm so that I would b… “What happened, Hank? We thought… “I’m quitting.” “Quitting?” “Yes, you can’t blame a man for wa…
I was back in L.A. about a week and a half. It was night. The phone rang. It was Cecelia, she was sobbing. “Hank, Bill is dead. You’re the first one I’ve called.” “I’m so glad you came ...
Bruckner wasn’t bad even though he got down on his knees and proclaimed Wagner the master.
I used to know a dutchman in a Ph… he’d take 3 raw eggs in his beer, 71, still working, strong,
suppose like others have come through fire and sword, love gone wrong, head-on crashes, drunk at sea, and I have listened to the simple…
The next day I sat in the hall in my green tin chair, waiting to be called. Across from me sat a man who had something wrong with his nose. It was very red and very raw and very fat and...
and the subnormal. all through grammar school junior high high school junior college
my daughter is most glorious. we are eating a takeout snack in my car in Santa Monica.
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 ...
had her for 3 units and at mid-term she’d read off how many assignment… stories had been turned in:
you may not believe it but there are people who go through life with very little friction or
since my last name was Fuch, he sa… believe the school yard was tough:… powder down my neck, threw gravel… with rubber bands in class, and ou… me names, well, one name mainly, o…
it’s unfortunate, and simply not the style, but I don’t care: girls remind me of hair in the sink, girls remind me of intestines and bladders and excretory movements; it’s unfortunate a...
Shirley came to town with a broken… and met the Chicano who smoked long slim cigars and they got a place together on Beacon street
the canaries were there, and the l… and the old woman with warts; and I was there, a child and I touched the piano keys as they talked—