#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I have seen an old man around town… carrying an enormous pack. he uses a walking stick and moves up and down the streets with this pack strapped to his bac…
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...
self-congratulatory nonsense as th… famous gather to applaud their see… greatness you wonder where
it’s the same as before or the other time or the time before that. here’s a cock and here’s a cunt
they go on writing pumping out poems— young boys and college professors wives who drink wine all afternoon while their husbands work,
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
the goldfish sing all night with g… and the whores go down with the st… the whores go down with the stars I’m sorry, sir, we close at 4:30, besides yr mother’s neck is dirty,
“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
O lord, he said, Japanese women, real women, they have not forgotte… bowing and smiling closing the wounds men have made; but American women will kill you l…
At 3:30 a.m. my twelve hours were… I set the alarm so that I would b… “What happened, Hank? We thought… “I’m quitting.” “Quitting?” “Yes, you can’t blame a man for wa…
I would, of course, prefer to be w… instead of with a photograph of an… to the sound of the anvil chorus a… girls kicking high, showing everyt… but I might as well be dead right…
we like to shower afterwards (I like the water hotter than she) and her face is always soft and pe… and she’ll wash me first spread the soap over my balls
the essence of the belly like a white balloon sacked is disturbing like the running of feet on the stairs
On Thursday night Bobby phoned again. “Hey, man, what are you doing?” “Oh, come on, man, I’ll just stay for a few beers. . . .” “You treat him mean. He gets lonely when his wife is at w...
there are many single women in the… with one or two or three children and one wonders where the husbands have gone or where the lovers have gone