A day or so later I got a poem in the mail from Lydia. It was a long poem and it began: Come out, old troll, Come out of your dark hole, old troll, Come out into the sunlight with us an...

take a writer away from his typewr… and all you have left is the sickness which started him

my mother, father and I walked to the market once a week for our government relief food: cans of beans, cans of

“It’s the manager, Freddy. He has started whistling this song. He’s whistling it when I come in in the morning and he never stops, and he’s whistling it when I go home at night. It’s be...

this is important enough: to get your feelings down, it is better than shaving or cooking beans with garlic. it is the little we can do

you have to have it or the walls w… in. you have to give everything up, th… away, everything away. you have to look at what you look…

Shirley came to town with a broken… and met the Chicano who smoked long slim cigars and they got a place together on Beacon street

had her for 3 units and at mid-term she’d read off how many assignment… stories had been turned in:

There are sketches on the walls of… and outside a large green bus swer… insanity sprung from a waving line… says the radio, and Jane Austin,… “I am going to do her portrait on…

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...

sitting with the professors we talk about Allen Tate and John Crow Ransom the rugs are clean and the coffeetables shine

are more beautiful than movie stars and they lounge on the lawn sunbathing

It was noon the next day when the phone rang. It was Lydia again. I heard a long insane wail like a wolverine shot in the arctic snow and left to bleed and die alone. . . . I slept most...

drinking 15 dollar champagne— Cordon Rouge—with the hookers. one is named Georgia and she doesn’t like pantyhose: I keep helping her pull up