#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I saw a vacancy sign in the window in front of a rooming-house, had the cabby pull up. I paid him and walked up on the front porch, rang the bell. I had one black eye from the fight, an...
We ran up the long ramp. I was ca… At the escalator Tammie saw the f… “Please,” I said, “we only have f… “I want Dancy to have the money.” “All right.”
outside my window Sunday. I am eating a grapefruit. church is over at the… Orthodox to the west.
the illusion is that you are simpl… reading this poem. the reality is that this is more than a poem.
My father had two brothers. The younger was named Ben and the older was named John. Both were alcoholics and ne’er-do-wells. My parents often spoke of them. “Neither of them amount to a...
terror finally becomes almost bearable but never quite terror creeps like a cat crawls like a cat
Jack London drinking his life awa… writing of strange and heroic men. Eugene O’Neill drinking himself o… while writing his dark and poetic works.
Sam the whorehouse man has squeaky shoes and he walks up and down the court squeaking and talking to
they called Céline a Nazi they called Pound a fascist they called Hamsun a Nazi and a f… they put Dostoevsky in front of a… squad
often it is the only thing between you and impossibility. no drink,
one of Lorca’s best lines is, “agony, always agony ...” think of this when you
it sits outside my window now like and old woman going to market… it sits and watches me, it sweats nevously through wire and fog and dog—bark
look there. the one you considered killing you… for. you saw her the other day getting out of her car
225 days under grass and you know more than I. they have long taken your blood, you are a dry stick in a basket. is this how it works?
We came in low over Kansas City, the pilot said the temperature was 20 degrees, and there I was in my thin California sports coat and shirt, lightweight pants, summer stockings, and hol...