#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
there are beasts in the salt shake… and airdromes in the coffeepot. my mother’s hand is in the bag dra… and from the backs of spoons come the cries of tiny tortured animals…
at exactly 12:00 midnight 1973-74 Los Angeles it began to rain on the palm leaves outside my window
I was asked to give a reading at a famous nightclub, The Lancer, on Hollywood Boulevard. I agreed to read two nights. I was to follow a rock group, The Big Rape, each night. I was getti...
a great white light dawns across t… continent as we fawn over our failed traditi… often kill to preserve them or sometimes kill just to kill.
Lydia and I were always fighting. She was a flirt and it irritated me. When we ate out I was sure she was eyeballing some man across the room. When my male friends came by to visit and ...
One night my father took me on his milk route. There were no longer any horsedrawn wagons. The milk trucks now had engines. After loading up at the milk company we drove off on his rout...
I was surprised the next morning when April knocked on the door. April was the one on ATD who had been at Harry Ascot’s party and who had left with the speed freak. It was 11 am. April ...
Either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when I was a young man I felt these things were dumb, unsophisticated.
my daughter is most glorious. we are eating a takeout snack in my car in Santa Monica.
I’d tell them to have an unhappy l… affair, hemorrhoids, bad teeth and to drink cheap wine, avoid opera and golf and chess, to keep switching the head of thei…
I have lain in bed all day but I have written one poem and I am up now looking out the window and like a novelist might say
he talks like he writes and he has a face like a dove, unt… externals. little shiver of horror runs throu… about
I drank for the next week. I drank night and day and wrote 25 or 30 mournful poems about lost love. It was Friday night when the phone rang. It was Mercedes. “I got married,” she said, ...
there’s Barry in his ripped walkin… he’s on Thorazine is 24 looks 38 lives with his mother in the same
the lair of the hunted is hidden in the last place you’d ever look and even if you find it you won’t believe