#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
Back in L.A., there was almost a week of peace. Then the phone rang. It was the owner of a Manhattan Beach nightclub, Marty Seavers. I had read there a couple of times before. The club ...
I was editing a little magazine at the time, The Laxative Approach. I had two co-editors and we felt that we were printing the best poets of our time. Also some of the other kind. One o...
drunk again at 3 a.m. at the end o… of wine, I have typed from a dozen… poesy an old man maddened for the flesh of young gi…
I was a bum in San Francisco but… to go to a symphony concert along… and the music was good but somethi… audience was not and something about the orchestra
near the corner table in the cafe middle-aged couple sit. they have finished their
each man must realize that it can all disappear very quickly: the cat, the woman, the job, the front tire,
I got in the shower and burned my balls last Wednesday. met this painter called Spain, no, he was a cartoonist,
here comes the fishhead singing here comes the baked potato in dra… here comes nothing to do all day l… here comes another night of no sle… here comes the phone ringing the w…
the centerfielder turns rushes back reaches up his glove and
We had another fight. Later I was back at my place but I didn’t feel like sitting there alone and drinking. The night harness racing meet was on. I took a pint and went out to the track...
the history of melancholia includes all of us. me, I writhe in dirty sheets while staring at blue walls and nothing.
he met her at the racetrack, a str… blonde with round hips, well-bosom… turned-up nose, flower mouth, in a… wearing white high-heeled shoes. she began asking him questions abo…
Vallejo writing about loneliness while starving to death; Van Gogh’s ear rejected by a whore;
it is justified all dying is justified all killing all death all passing, nothing is in vain
the boys come up the boys climb up the brown pole as the waterheater gurgles in Spanish