#AmericanWriters
I took Tanya to Santa Anita. The current sensation was a 16 year old jockey still riding with his 5 pound bug advantage. He was from the east and was riding at Santa Anita for the first...
I made practice runs down to skid row to get ready for my future. I didn’t like what I saw down there. Those men and women had no special daring or brilliance. They wanted what everybod...
you know what Li Po said when ask… Artist or Rich? I’d rather be Rich,” he replied,… sitting on the doorsteps of the Rich.”
feet of cheese coffeepot soul hands that hate poolsticks eyes like paperclips I prefer red wine
one of the terrible things is really being in bed night after night with a woman you no longer
In the morning I heard her walkin… It was about 10:30 a.m. I was sic… She shook me. “Listen, I want you… “So what? I’ll screw her too.” “Yeah,” she laughed, “yeah.”
They are building a house half a block down and I sit up here with the shades down listening to the sounds,
the acute and terrible air hangs w… as summer birds mingle in the bran… and warble and mystify the clamor of the mind… an old parrot
this guy he’s got a crazy eye and he’s brown a dark brown from the sun the Hollywood and Western sun
During the second and third grades I still didn’t get a chance to play baseball but I knew that somehow I was developing into a player. If I ever got a bat in my hands again I knew I wo...
Van Gogh cut off his ear gave it to a prostitute who flung it away in extreme
I was sitting with an anarchist from Beverly Hills, Ben Solvnag, who was writing my biography when I heard her footsteps on the court walk. I knew the sound—they were always fast and fr...
my daughter is most glorious. we are eating a takeout snack in my car in Santa Monica.
sitting on a 2nd-floor porch at 1:… while looking out over the city. could be worse. we needn’t accomplish great things…
Sunday, I am eating a grapefruit, church is over at the… Orthadox to the west. she is dark