#Americans #XXCentury #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
you know what Li Po said when asked if… Artist or Rich? I’d rather be Rich,” he replied, “for A… sitting on the doorsteps of the Rich.”
#1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
was on the train to Del Mar and I left… to go to the bar car. I had a beer and c… back and sat down. pardon me,” said the lady next to me, “b… sitting in my husband’s seat.”
Sam the whorehouse man has squeaky shoes and he walks up and down the court squeaking and talking to
#1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
Christmas eve, alone, in a motel room down the coast near the Pacific— hear it?
It was another Sunday that we got into… “He has no ambition,” said my father. “… “I wish he wouldn’t chew tobacco,” said… “If this country was full of men like hi… over and we’d he running the laundries .…
#1982 #HamOnRye
ah, Merryman, fighter on the docks, killed a man while they were unloading bananas. mean the man he killed
Dee Dee had a place in the Hollywood Hills. Dee Dee shared the place with a friend, another lady executive, Bianca. Bianca took the top floor and Dee Dee the bottom. I rang the bell. It...
#1978 #Women
the other day I’m out at the track betting Early Bird that’s when you bet at the track before it opens)
I went upstairs to 409, had a stiff scotch and water, took some money out of the top drawer, went down the steps, got in my car and drove to the racetrack. I got there in time for the f...
#1971 #PostOffice
sitting on a 2nd-floor porch at 1:30 a.m… while looking out over the city. could be worse. we needn’t accomplish great things, we o…
old grey-haired waitresses in cafes at night have given it up, and as I walk down sidewalks of light and look into windows
#1973 #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame
the feelings I get driving past the railroad yard never on purpose but on my way to somewh… are the feelings other men have for othe… see the tracks and all the boxcars
The next time you listen to Borodin remember he was just a chemist who wrote music to relax; his house was jammed with peor e: students, artists, drunkards, bur s,
#1973 #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame #ItCatchesMyHeartInItsHands
he’s 17 . mother, he said, how do I crack an egg? all right, she said to me, you don’t hav… sit there looking like that.
this poet he’d been drinking 2 or 3 days and he walked out on the stage and looked at that audience and he just knew he was going to do it. there was a grand piano on stage and he walke...