#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
never even in calmer times have I ever dreamed of bicycling through that
they found him walking along the f… all red in front he had taken a rusty tin can and cut off his sexual
I hear them outside: “does he always type this late?” “no, it’s very unusual.” “he shouldn’t type this
“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
I’ve always had trouble with money. this one place I worked everybody ate hot dogs and potato chips
There was this place. It stretched over the sea, it was built over the sea. An old place, but with a touch of class. We got a room on the first floor. You could hear the ocean running d...
It’s never quite right, he said, t… the way the music sounds, the way… written. It’s never quite right, he said, a… taught, all the loves we chase, al…
I went upstairs to 409, had a stiff scotch and water, took some money out of the top drawer, went down the steps, got in my car and drove to the racetrack. I got there in time for the f...
takes lot of desperation dissatisfaction and
he talks like he writes and he has a face like a dove, unt… externals. little shiver of horror runs throu… about
my grandfather was a tall German with a strange smell on his breath… he stood very straight in front of his small house and his wife hated him
little dark girl with kind eyes when it comes time to use the knife I won’t flinch and
I can remember starving in a small room in a strange city shades pulled down, listening to classical music I was young I was so young it hur…
dumb, Jesus Christ, some people are so dumb you can hear them splashing around
call it th e green house effect or… but it just doesn’t rain like it used to. particularly remember the rains of… depression era.