#AmericanWriters
was much easier to be a genius in… only 3 or 4 literary magazines and… or 5 times you could end up in Ger… you could possibly meet Picasso fo… maybe only Miró.
The next day was Saturday and Debra cooked us breakfast. “Are you coming antique hunting with us today?” We ate in silence for a while, then she said, “I liked your reading at The Lance...
he comes out at 7:30 a.m. every da… with 3 peanut butter sandwiches, a… there’s one can of beer which he floats in the baitbucket. he fishes for hours with a small t…
she writes continually like a long nozzle spraying the air,
was a truly amazing man he pretended to be rich even though we lived on beans and… when we sat down to eat, he said,
I went into the bends. I got drunker and stayed drunker than a shit skunk in Purgatory. I even had the butcher knife against my throat one night in the kitchen and then I thought, easy,...
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,
I get too many phone calls. they seek the creature out. they shouldn’t.
these boys have got class they ought to make kings out of old men rolling cigarettes in rooms small enough
you’ve got to fuck a great many wo… beautiful women and write a few decent love poems. and don’t worry about age and/or freshly-arrived talents.
shot off his left ear then his right, and then tore off his belt buckle with hot lead, and then
there he is: not too many hangovers not too many fights with women not too many flat tires never a thought of suicide
The guide took us all over the building. There were so many of us that they had to break us up into groups. We used the elevator in shifts. We were shown the employee’s cafeteria, the b...
16 and one-half inch neck 68 years old lifts weights body like a young
I feel gypped by dunces as if reality were the property of little men with luck and a headstart, and I sit in the cold