#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
long ago he edited a little magazi… was up in San Francisco during the beat era during the reading-poetry-with-jaz… and I remember him because he neve…
the swans drown in bilge water, take down the signs, test the poisons, barricade the cow from the bull,
I was sitting with an anarchist from Beverly Hills, Ben Solvnag, who was writing my biography when I heard her footsteps on the court walk. I knew the sound—they were always fast and fr...
never even in calmer times have I ever dreamed of bicycling through that
he talks like he writes and he has a face like a dove, unt… externals. little shiver of horror runs throu… about
Mindy stayed about a week. I introduced her to my friends. We went places. But nothing was resolved. I couldn’t climax. She didn’t seem to mind. It was strange. Around 10:45 PM one even...
call it love stand it up in the failing light put it in a dress pray sing beg cry laugh
Again I was on a new route. The Stone always put me on hard routes, but now and then, due to the circumstances of things, he was forced to place me on one less murderous. Route 511 was ...
you go for these wenches, she said… you go for these whores, I’ll bore you. I don’t want to be shit on anymore… I said,
Joyce found a job with the county, the county Police Department, of all things. I was living with a cop! But at least it was during the day, which gave me a little rest from those fondl...
she’s not for you, man, she’s not your type, she’s erased she’s been used she’s got all the wrong
the balance is preserved by the sn… the Santa Monica cliffs; the luck is in walking down Wester… and having the girls in a massage parlor holler at you, “Hello, Swe…
she’s young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankles, and look at my wrists, I have pret… wrists
sitting on a 2nd-floor porch at 1:… while looking out over the city. could be worse. we needn’t accomplish great things…
the lady has me temporarily off th… and now the pecker stands up better. however, things change overnight— instead of listening to Shostakovi…