#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
Sam the whorehouse man has squeaky shoes and he walks up and down the court squeaking and talking to
do not b other the beagle lying th… away from grass and flowers and pa… dreaming dogdreams, or perhaps dre… nothing, as men do awake; yes, leave him be, in that simple…
not much chance, completely cut loose from purpose, he was a young man riding a bus
big black beard tells me that I don’t feel terror I look at him
I’m glad when they arrive and I’m glad when they leave I’m glad when I hear their heels approaching my door and I’m glad when those heels
—he’s a dandy —small moustache —usually sucking on a cigar he tends to lean into cars as he transacts business
16 years old during the depression I’d come home drunk and all my clothing— shorts, shirts, stockings—
Bach, I said, he had 20 children. he played the horses during the da… he f—ed at night and drank in the mornings. he wrote music in between.
I would, of course, prefer to be w… instead of with a photograph of an… to the sound of the anvil chorus a… girls kicking high, showing everyt… but I might as well be dead right…
I used to know a dutchman in a Ph… he’d take 3 raw eggs in his beer, 71, still working, strong,
the blue pencil of the wave shots of yellow road a steering wheel an insane woman sitting next to you
I was coming off an affair that ha… frankly, I was sliding down into a… really feeling shitty and low when I lucked into this lady with… covered with a jeweled canopy
The rainy season began. Most of the money went for drink so my shoes had holes in the soles and my raincoat was torn and old. In any steady downpour I got quite wet, and I mean wet-down...
drunk again at 3 a.m. at the end o… of wine, I have typed from a dozen… poesy an old man maddened for the flesh of young gi…
liked D . H. Lawrence he could get so indignant he snapped and he ripped with wonderfully energetic sentenc… he could lay the word down
