#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
listen, man, don’t tell me about t… sent, we didn’t receive them, we are very careful with manuscrip… we bake them burn them
all right, while we are gently cel… and while crazy classical music le… my small radio, I light a fresh ci… and realize that I am still very m… the 21st century is almost upon me…
more wasted days, gored days, evaporated days. more squandered days, days pissed away,
That night I gave another bad reading. I didn’t care. They didn’t care. If John Cage could get one thousand dollars for eating an apple, I’d accept $500 plus air fare for being a lemon....
red face Texas and age he’s at an L.A. racetrack
at the hospital that I have been going to the nurses seem overweight. they are bulky in their
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…
the dead dogs of nowhere bark as you approach another traffic accident. cars one standing on its
if you’re going to try, go all the way. otherwise, don’t even start. if you’re going to try, go all the way.
with old cars, especially when you… and drive them for many years a love affair is inevitable: you even learn to accept their little
We were in the air twenty minutes when she took a mirror out of her purse and began to make up her face, mostly the eyes. She worked at her eyes with a small brush, concentrating on the...
I saw Sara every three or four days, at her place or at mine. We slept together but there was no sex. We came close but we never quite got to it. Drayer Baba’s precepts held strong. We ...
the cops want me to come down and… some guy who tried to rape me. I’ve lost the key to my car again;… the key to open the door but not t… to start it.
the pleasures of the damned are limited to brief moments of happiness: like the eyes in the look of a dog… like a square of wax,
my goldfish stares with watery eye… into the hemisphere of my sorrow; upon the thinnest of threads we hang together, hang hang hang