#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
We are like roses that have never… bloom when we should have bloomed… it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting
I heard it first while screwing a… who had the biggest box in Scranton. I listened to it again as I wrote… to my mother
the dead can sleep they don’t get up and rage they don’t have a wife. her white face like a flower in a closed
Katherine stayed 4 or 5 more days. We had reached the time of the month when it was risky for Katherine to fuck. I couldn’t stand rubbers. Katherine got some contraceptive foam. Meanwhi...
yes, they begin out in a willow, I… the starch mountains begin out in… and keep right on going without re… pumas and nectarines somehow these mountains are like
Phillipe ’s is an old time cafe off Alameda street just a little north and east of the main post office. Phillipe’s opens at 5 a.m.
One day I was at the bar between races and I saw this woman. God or somebody keeps creating women and tossing them out on the streets, and this one’s ass is too big and that one’s tits ...
often it is the only thing between you and impossibility. no drink,
he was 65, his wife was 66, had Alzheimer’s disease. he had cancer of the mouth. there were
I was fairly drunk when it began and I took out my bottle and… along the way. I was reading a wee… Kandel and I did not look quite a… pretty but
rose red sunlight; take it apart in the garage like a puzzle:
Hugo Wolf went mad while eating a… and writing his 253rd song; it was… April and the worms came out of th… humming Tannhäuser, and he spilled… with his ink, and his blood fell o…
they’d come around and they’d ask “you finished your 2nd novel yet?” “no.”
I got lucky the next day. They called my name. It was a different doctor. I stripped down. He turned a hot white light on me and looked me over. I was sitting on the edge of the examina...
in the afternoon they lean against one another and you can see how much they like the sun.