#AmericanWriters #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
But there were some good moments. My sometime friend from the neighborhood, Gene, who was a year older than I, had a buddy, Harry Gibson, who had had one professional fight (he’d lost)....
We were eating meatballs and spaghetti. My problems were always discussed at dinner time. Dinner time was almost always an unhappy time. I didn’t answer my father’s question. “Henry, an...
On Thanksgiving Iris prepared the turkey and put it in the oven. Bobby and Valerie came over for a few drinks but they didn’t stay. It was refreshing. Iris had on another dress, just as...
One morning about 10 a.m. the phon… I recognized the voice and began t… “Yes, yes, Miss Graves, but go on… “So therefore we have notified the… “And you are scheduled to throw yo…
each man must realize that it can all disappear very quickly: the cat, the woman, the job, the front tire,
this guy he’s got a crazy eye and he’s brown a dark brown from the sun the Hollywood and Western sun
the old folks play a game in the park overlooking the sea shoving markers across cement with wooden sticks. four play, two on each side
a woman told a man when he got off a plane that I was dead. a magazine printed the fact that I was dead
I went upstairs to 409, had a stiff scotch and water, took some money out of the top drawer, went down the steps, got in my car and drove to the racetrack. I got there in time for the f...
One day I was at the bar between races and I saw this woman. God or somebody keeps creating women and tossing them out on the streets, and this one’s ass is too big and that one’s tits ...
murdered in the alleys of the land frost-bitten against flagpoles pawned by females educated in the dark for the dark vomiting into plugged toilets
I phoned Joyce. “How’s it working with Purple Sti… “What did he do when you told him… “We were sitting across from each… “What happened?”
we take what we can see— the engines driving us mad, lovers finally hating; this fish in the market staring upward into our minds;
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…
this woman keeps phoning me even though I tell her I am livin… I love. I keep hearing noises in the envir… she phones,