The rainy season began. Most of the money went for drink so my shoes had holes in the soles and my raincoat was torn and old. In any steady downpour I got quite wet, and I mean wet-down...

Markov claims I am trying to stab his soul but I’d prefer his wife. put my feet on the coffee table and he says,

we were in bed and she started to fight: “you son of a bitch! you just wait… I’ll get you!” I began laughing:

I didn’t do much the rest of the week. The Oaktree meet was on. I went to the track 2 or 3 times, broke even. I wrote a dirty story for a sex mag, wrote 10 or 12 poems, masturbated, and...

I saw her when I was in the left… going east on Sunset. she was sitting with her legs crossed reading a paperback.

They are building a house half a block down and I sit up here with the shades down listening to the sounds,

they’d come around and they’d ask “you finished your 2nd novel yet?” “no.”

I drank for the next week. I drank night and day and wrote 25 or 30 mournful poems about lost love. It was Friday night when the phone rang. It was Mercedes. “I got married,” she said, ...

I suppose it’s raining in some Sp… while I’m feeling bad like this; I’d like to think so now.

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…

Our English teacher, Miss Gredis, was the absolute best. She was a blonde with a long sharp nose. Her nose wasn’t much good but you didn’t notice it when you looked at the rest of her. ...

30 dogs, 20 men on 20 horses and o… and look here, they write, you are a dupe for the state, the… you are in the ego-dream, read your history, study the monet…