#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
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...
#1971 #PostOffice
I wait on life like a pregnancy, put the… the gut but all I hear now is the piano slamming its teeth through are… brain
#1973 #AtTerrorStreetAndAgonyWay #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame
in the hospitals and jails it’s the worst in madhouses it’s the worst in penthouses
#1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
sleep at Lila’s and in the morning we get the breakfast special at the loca… then it’s up to her friend Buffy’s. Buffy has boy twins, father in doubt, an… in a $150-a-month apt.
#1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
if you can’t stand the heat, he says, ge… kitchen. you know who said that? Harry Truman. I’m not in the kitchen, I say, I’m in t… oven.
#1973 #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame
Within a day or two, about 1 pm in the afternoon there was a knock at my door. It was a painter, Monty Riff, or so he informed me. He also told me that I used to get drunk with him when...
#1978 #Women
the goldfish sing all night with guitars… and the whores go down with the stars, the whores go down with the stars I’m sorry, sir, we close at 4:30, besides yr mother’s neck is dirty,
they don’t make it the beautiful die in flame— suicide pills, rat poison, rope, what– ever... they rip their arms off,
at the hospital that I have been going to the nurses seem overweight. they are bulky in their
at one stage in my life I met a man who claimed to have visited Pound at St. Elizabeths. then I met a woman who not only claimed to have visited
it’s strange when famous people die whether they have fought the good fight… the bad one. it’s strange when famous people die whether we like them or not
she reads to me from the New Yorker which I don’t buy, don’t know how they get in here, but it’s something about the Mafia one of the heads of the Mafia
#1973 #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame #CrucifixInADeathhand
Bach, I said, he had 20 children. he played the horses during the day. he f—ed at night and drank in the mornings. he wrote music in between.
the drifting of the mind. the slow loss, the leaking away. one’s demise is not very interesting. from my bed I watch 3 birds through the… one coal black, one dark brown, the
the lair of the hunted is hidden in the last place you’d ever look and even if you find it you won’t believe
