#Americans #XXCentury #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
the swans drown in bilge water, take down the signs, test the poisons, barricade the cow from the bull,
he talks like he writes and he has a face like a dove, unt… externals. little shiver of horror runs throu… about
the weather is hot on the back of… which is down at Finkelstein’s who is gifted with 3 balls but no heart, but you’ve got to un… when the bull goes down
at their best, there is gentleness… some understanding and, at times,… courage but all in all it is a mass, a glo… have too much.
I have just spent one—hour—and—a—h… handicapping tomorrow’s card. when am I going to get at the poem… well, they’ll just have to wait
the branches break, the birds fall… the whores stand straight, the bombs stack, evening, morning, night, peanutbutter,
I awakened to dryness and the fern… the potted plants yellow as corn; my woman was gone and the empty bottles like bled co… surrounded me with their uselessne…
bet on #6, I try red, I stare at… wonder what Chekhov would do, and… blue plates sit eating the carnage… and look very much like Russians a… my left tit and try to smile like…
Frank liked airplanes. He lent me all his pulp magazines about World War 1. The best was Flying Aces. The dog-fights were great, the Spads and the Fokkers mixing it. I read all the stor...
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...
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…
Bruckner wasn’t bad even though he got down on his knees and proclaimed Wagner the master.
“your poems about the girls will s… 50 years from now when the girls a… my editor phones me. dear editor: the girls appear to be gone
It was 3 or 4 days before I had to fly to Houston to give a reading. I went to the track, drank at the track, and afterwards I went to a bar on Hollywood Boulevard. I went home at 9 or ...
dying has its rough edge. no escaping now. the warden has his eye on me. his bad eye. I’m doing hard time now.