#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
more wasted days, gored days, evaporated days. more squandered days, days pissed away,
all of a sudden I’m a painter. a girl from Galveston gives me $50 for a painting of a man holding a candycane while floating in a darkened sky.
Abe Mortenson was had enough to be around but he was just a fool. You can forgive a fool because he only runs in one direction and doesn’t deceive anybody. It’s the deceivers who make y...
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.
sometimes after you get your ass kicked real good by the forces you often wish you were a crane standing on one leg in blue water
there are many single women in the… with one or two or three children and one wonders where the husbands have gone or where the lovers have gone
sometimes you climb out of bed in… I’m not going to make it, but you… remembering all the times you’ve f… you walk to the bathroom, do your… in the mirror, oh my oh my oh my,…
That evening after dinner Joanna produced some mescaline. “You ever tried this stuff?” Joanna had some paints and brushes and paper spread on the table. Then I remembered she was an art...
this man used to be an interesting writer, he was able to say brisk and refreshing things. at the time
It was 12 hours a night, plus supervisors, plus clerks, plus the fact that you could hardly breathe in that pack of flesh, plus stale baked food in the “non-profit” cafeteria. Plus the ...
Fay was pregnant. But it didn’t change her and it didn’t change the post office either. The same clerks did all the work while the miscellaneous crew stood around and argued about sport...
they get up on their garage roof both of them 80 or 90 years old standing on the slant she wanting to fall really all the way
the girls were young and worked the streets but often couldn’t score, they
sitting with the professors we talk about Allen Tate and John Crow Ransom the rugs are clean and the coffeetables shine
The Stone’s favorite carrier was Matthew Battles. Battles never came in with a wrinkled shirt on. In fact, everything he wore was new, looked new. The shoes, the shirts, the pants, the ...