#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
he’s 17 . mother, he said, how do I crack an egg? all right, she said to me, you don… sit there looking like that.
these things that we support most… have nothing to do with up, and we do with them out of boredom or fear or money or cracked intelligence;
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…
They are building a house half a block down and I sit up here with the shades down listening to the sounds,
sitting in a dark bedroom with 3 j… female. brown paper bags filled with trash… everywhere. is one-thirty in the afternoon.
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 ...
they go on writing pumping out poems— young boys and college professors wives who drink wine all afternoon while their husbands work,
the soldiers march without guns the graves are empty peacocks glide in the rain down stairways march great men smi… there is food enough and rent enou…
“you know,” she said, “you were at the bar so you didn’t see but I danced with this guy. we danced and we danced close.
Each night as I got ready to go on in, Joyce had my clothing laid out on the bed. Everything was the most expensive money could buy. I never wore the same pair of pants, the same shirt,...
the blue pencil of the wave shots of yellow road a steering wheel an insane woman sitting next to you
is a highrise apt. next door and he beats her at night and she… and I see her the next day standing in the driveway with curl… and she has her huge buttocks jamm…
I began at 6:18 p.m. and Dave Janko did not begin until 10:36 p.m., so it could have been worse. Having a 10:06 thirty minute lunch, I was usually back by the time he got in. In he’d co...
good weather is like good women— it doesn’t always happen and when it does
The next time you listen to Borod… remember he was just a chemist who wrote music to relax; his house was jammed with peor e: students, artists, drunkards, bur…