#AmericanWriters #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
I met a genius on the train today about 6 years old, he sat beside me and as the train
the words have come and gone, I sit ill. the phone rings, the cats sleep. Linda vacuums. I am waiting to live,
terror finally becomes almost bearable but never quite terror creeps like a cat crawls like a cat
Then I was called down to personnel at the old Federal Build– ing. They let me sit the usual 45 minutes or hour and one half. The man walked me back to a desk. There sat this woman. She...
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...
they’re not going to let you sit at a front table at some cafe in Europe in the mid-afternoon sun. you do, somebody’s going to
a very miraculous thing just happe… my beerbottle flipped over backwar… and landed on its bottom on the fl… and I have set it upon the table t… but the photos were not so lucky t…
we have everything and we have not… and some men do it in churches and some men do it by tearing butt… in half and some men do it in Palm Spring…
I went to this place to see a movi… on tv Alexander the Great, and here come the armies ta ta ta
beheaded in the middle of the night scratching my sides I am covered with bites kick my white legs out of the shee…
sway with me, everything sad— madmen in stone houses without doors, lepers steaming love and song frogs trying to figure
bet on #6, I try red, I stare at… wonder what Chekhov would do, and… blue plates sit eating the carnage… and look very much like Russians a… my left tit and try to smile like…
I get too many phone calls. they seek the creature out. they shouldn’t.
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?”
ask the sidewalk painters of Paris ask the sunlight on a sleeping dog ask the 3 pigs ask the paperboy ask the music of Donizetti