The next day I sat in the hall in my green tin chair, waiting to be called. Across from me sat a man who had something wrong with his nose. It was very red and very raw and very fat and...

stew at noon, my dear; and look: the ants, the sawdust, the mica plants, the shadows of banks like bad jokes; do you think we’ll hear

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

awaken at 11:30 a.m. get into my chinos and a clean gre… open a Miller’s, and nothing in the mailbox but the Berkeley Tribe

we are gathered here now to bury her in this poem. she did not marry an unemployed wi… beat her every

re-reading some of Fante’s The Wine of Youth in bed this mid-afternoon my big cat

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...

I laugh sometimes when I think ab… say Céline at a typewriter or Dostoevsky... or Hamsun...

the waste of words continues with a stunning persistence as the waiter runs by carrying the… tray

great writer remains in bed shades down doesn’t want to see anyone doesn’t want to write anymore doesn’t want to try anymore;

first time my father overheard me… this bit of music he asked me, “what is it?” “it’s called Love For Three Oran… I informed him.

Well, I took the scheme sheet and I related everything to sex and age. This guy lived in this house with 3 women. He belt-whipped one (her name was the name of the street and her age th...

he walks up to my Volks after I have parked and rocks it back and forth grinning around his