#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
I was standing in line at the bank… when the old fellow in front of me dropped his glasses (luckily, with… case) and as he bent over
this is my piano. the phone rings and people ask, what are you doing? how about getting drunk with us? and I say,
shot off his left ear then his right, and then tore off his belt buckle with hot lead, and then
they laugh continually even when a board falls down and destroys a face or distorts a
“...I’ve seen people in front of their typewriters in such a bind that it would blow their intestine… right out of their assholes if the… were trying to shit.”
Well, I took the scheme sheet and I related everything to sex and age. This guy lived in this house with 3 women. He belt-whipped one (her name was the name of the street and her age th...
she writes continually like a long nozzle spraying the air,
here I am in the ground my mouth open and
sitting with the professors we talk about Allen Tate and John Crow Ransom the rugs are clean and the coffeetables shine
The next day was Saturday and Debra cooked us breakfast. “Are you coming antique hunting with us today?” We ate in silence for a while, then she said, “I liked your reading at The Lance...
naked in that bright light the four horse falls and throws a 112-pound boy into the hooves
The toughest in the station. Apartment houses with boxes that had scrubbed-out names or no names at all, under tiny lightbulbs in dark halls. Old ladies standing in halls, up and down t...
I went up to Tammie’s place with my cardboard cartons. First I got the items she mentioned. Then I found other things—other dresses and blouses, shoes, an iron, a hair dryer, Dancy’s cl...
I read a book about John Dos Pas… the book once radical—communist John ended up in the Hollywood Hi… and reading the Wall Street Journal
The first thing I remember is being under something. It was a table, I saw a table leg, I saw the legs of the people, and a portion of the tablecloth hanging down. It was dark under the...