#Americans #XXCentury #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
I was in the 4th grade when I found out about it. I was probably one of the last to know, because I still didn’t talk to anybody. A boy walked up to “Your mother has a hole . . .”—he to...
Our 30 minutes was now devoted to scheme training. They gave us each a deck of cards to learn and stick into pur cases. To pass the scheme you had to throw 100 cards in 8 minutes or les...
I laugh sometimes when I think ab… say Céline at a typewriter or Dostoevsky... or Hamsun...
drive to the beach at night in the winter and sit and look at the burned-dow… wonder why they just let it sit th… in the water.
The baby was crawling, discovering the world. Marina slept in bed with us at night. There was Marina, Fay, the cat and myself. The cat slept on the bed too. Look here, I thought, I have...
one of Lorca’s best lines is, “agony, always agony ...” think of this when you
almost dawn blackbirds on the telephone wire waiting as I eat yesterday’s forgotten sandwich
oh, how worried they are about my soul! I get letters the phone rings... “are you going to be all right?”
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...
When I awakened a few hours later, Tanya was not in the bed. It was only 9 am. I found her sitting on the couch drinking out of a pint of whiskey. “I always get up at noon. We’re going ...
The next morning Tammie found a prescription in her purse. “I’ve got to get this filled,” she said. “Look at it.” It was wrinkled and the ink had run. “Well, he tried to get this prescr...
they go on writing pumping out poems— young boys and college professors wives who drink wine all afternoon while their husbands work,
red summers and black satin charcoal and blood ringing the sheets while snails are stepped on and moths go batty
what i liked about e.e. cummings was that he cut away from the holiness of the word and with charm
In the betting line the other day man behind me asked, “are you Henry Chinaski?”