#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
There was a gang of us down there. 150 or 200. There were tedious papers to fill out. Then we all stood up and faced the flag. The guy who swore us in was the same guy who had sworn me ...
my mother knocked on my rooming-ho… and came in looked in the dresser drawer: Henry you don’t have any clean stockings?
here I am in the ground my mouth open and
I had just won $115 from the heads… was naked upon my bed listening to an opera by one of th… and had just gotten rid of a very… when there was a knock upon the wo…
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
I had this room in front on DeLon… and I used to sit for hours in the daytime looking out the front window.
am sitting on a tin chair outside… death, on stinking wings, wafts th… halls forevermore. remember the hospital stenches fro… was a boy and when I was a man and…
the strong men the muscle men there they sit down at the beach cocoa tans
he talked about Steinbeck and Tho… wrote like a cross between the two… and I lived in a hotel on Figuero… close to the bars and he lived further uptown in a s…
the dream of a man is a whore with a gold tooth and a garter belt, perfumed with false eyebrows
—he’s a dandy —small moustache —usually sucking on a cigar he tends to lean into cars as he transacts business
in the center of the action you have to lay down like an anima… until it charges, you have to lay down
Then the supervisor moved us to a new aisle. We had been there ten hours. “Before you begin,” the soup said, "I want to tell you some– thing. Each tray of this type of mail must be stuc...
escape from the black widow spider is a miracle as great as art. what a web she can weave slowly drawing you to her she’ll embrace you
I got in the shower and burned my balls last Wednesday. met this painter called Spain, no, he was a cartoonist,