#Americans #XXCentury
here things are tough but they’re mostly always tough. basically I’m just trying to get a… with the female. when you first meet them their eyes
I saw her when I was in the left… going east on Sunset. she was sitting with her legs crossed reading a paperback.
That night I gave another bad reading. I didn’t care. They didn’t care. If John Cage could get one thousand dollars for eating an apple, I’d accept $500 plus air fare for being a lemon....
the house next door makes me sad. both man and wife rise early and go to work. they arrive home in early evening.
this is my piano. the phone rings and people ask, what are you doing? how about getting drunk with us? and I say,
she died of alcoholism wrapped in a blanket on a deck chair on an ocean steamer.
I watched the board and the 6 drop… after a first flash of 18 from a m… of 12...two minutes to post and a… kept jamming against my back, but… I bet 20 to win and walked out 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
“You ought to try to be like Abe Mortenson,” said my mother, “he gets straight A’s. Why can’t you ever get any A’s?” “Henry is dead on his ass,” said my father. “Sometimes I can’t belie...
the strong men the muscle men there they sit down at the beach cocoa tans
I only met one student at City College that I liked, Robert Becker. He wanted to be a writer. “I’m going to learn everything there is to learn about writing. It will be like taking a ca...
sun-stroked women without men on a Santa Monica Monday; the men are working or in jail or insane;
my goldfish stares with watery eye… into the hemisphere of my sorrow; upon the thinnest of threads we hang together, hang hang hang
I am a panther shut up and bellowi… cement walls, and I am angry at bl… evenings without ventilation and I am angry with you, and it wi… like a rose
my mother knocked on my rooming-ho… and came in looked in the dresser drawer: Henry you don’t have any clean stockings?