#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
John F. Kennedy flower knocks upo… shot through the neck; the gladiolas gather by the dozens… India dripping into Ceylon;
O lord, he said, Japanese women, real women, they have not forgotte… bowing and smiling closing the wounds men have made; but American women will kill you l…
the dream of a man is a whore with a gold tooth and a garter belt, perfumed with false eyebrows
My drinking slowed down the next week. I went to the racetrack to get fresh air and sunshine and plenty of walking. At night I drank, wondering why I was still alive, how the scheme wor...
swans die in the Spring too and there it floated dead on a Sunday sideways circling in the current
sick with the flu drinking beer my radio on loud enough to overcome the sounds of the
nobody goes downtown anymore the plants and trees have been cut… Pershing Square the grass is brown and the street preachers are not a…
big sloppy wounded dog hit by a car and walking toward the curbing making enormous sounds
the girls were young and worked the streets but often couldn’t score, they
yeah sure, I’ll be in unless I’m… don’t knock if the lights are out or you hear voices or then I might be reading Proust if someone slips Proust under my d…
The track had moved down the coast a hundred miles or so. I kept paying the rent on my apartment in town, got in my car and drove down. Once or twice a week I would drive back to the ap...
I used to know a dutchman in a Ph… he’d take 3 raw eggs in his beer, 71, still working, strong,
when I was in grammar school my parents were poor and in my lunch bag there was only a peanut butter sandwich.
That evening I started drinking. It wasn’t going to be easy without Katherine. I found some things she had left behind—earrings, a bracelet. I’ve got to get back to the typewriter, I th...
watch them push the crippled and t… in their wheelchairs on to the electric lift which carries them up into the lon… where each chair is locked down