#AmericanWriters #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
I don’t know how it happens to people. I had child support, need for something to drink, rent, shoes, shirts, socks, all that stuff. Like everyone else I needed an old car, something to...
I got his ashes, she said, and I… out to sea and I scattered his ash… they didn’t even look like ashes and the urn was weighted with
But there were some good moments. My sometime friend from the neighborhood, Gene, who was a year older than I, had a buddy, Harry Gibson, who had had one professional fight (he’d lost)....
she’s young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankl… and look at my wrists, I have pret… wrists my god,
I didn’t do much the rest of the week. The Oaktree meet was on. I went to the track 2 or 3 times, broke even. I wrote a dirty story for a sex mag, wrote 10 or 12 poems, masturbated, and...
my moustache is pasted-on and my wig and my eyebrows and even my eyes... then something stuns me... the lampshades swing, I hear
I suppose so. I was living in an attic in Phila… it became very hot in the summer a… bars. I didn’t have any money and… I put a small ad in the paper and…
know. I know. they are limited, have different needs and concerns. but I watch and learn from them.
one of the first actors to play Ta… Motion Picture Home. he’d been there for years waiting… he spent much of his time running in and out of the wards
this fear of being what they are: dead. at least they are not out on the s… are careful to stay indoors, those pasty mad who sit alone before the…
the dead can sleep they don’t get up and rage they don’t have a wife. her white face like a flower in a closed
majestic, magic infinite my little girl is sun on the carpet—
here they come these guys grey truck radio playing they are in a hurry
unaccountably we are alone forever alone and it was meant to be that way, was never meant
if I suffer at this typewriter think how I’d feel among the lettuce— pickers of Salinas?