twitching in the sheets— to face the sunlight again, that’s clearly trouble. I like the city better when the

rose red sunlight; take it apart in the garage like a puzzle:

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;

I had been corresponding with Tanya and on the evening of January 5th she phoned. She had a high excited sexy voice like Betty Boop used to have. “I’m flying down tomorrow evening. Will...

I was editing a little magazine at the time, The Laxative Approach. I had two co-editors and we felt that we were printing the best poets of our time. Also some of the other kind. One o...

I took my girlfriend to your last poetry reading, she said “yes”, “yes?” I asked. "she`s young and pretty",

I have seen an old man around town… carrying an enormous pack. he uses a walking stick and moves up and down the streets with this pack strapped to his bac…

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

here comes the fishhead singing here comes the baked potato in dra… here comes nothing to do all day l… here comes another night of no sle… here comes the phone ringing the w…

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...

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

near the corner table in the cafe middle-aged couple sit. they have finished their

dogs and angels are not very different. I often go to this place to eat about 2:30 in the afternoon