#AmericanWriters #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
we tried to hide it in the house s… neighbors wouldn’t see. was difficult, sometimes we both h… be gone at once and when we return… there would be excreta and urine a…
he was a good one say 18, 19, marine and every time woman came down the train aisle
when I look back now at the abuse I took from her I feel shame that I was so innocent,
the vultures at the zoo (all three of them) sit very quietly in their caged tree and below
Sunday, I am eating a grapefruit, church is over at the… Orthadox to the west. she is dark
she wore a platinum blond wig and her face was rouged and powder… and she put the lipstick on making a huge painted mouth and her neck was wrinkled
my doctor has just come into his o… from surgery. he meets me in the men’s john. “God damn,” he says to me, “where did you find her? oh, I jus…
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
I only met one student at City College that I liked, Robert Becker. He wanted to be a writer. “I’m going to learn everything there is to learn about writing. It will be like taking a ca...
I was 50 years old and hadn’t been to bed with a woman for four years. I had no women friends. I looked at them as I passed them on the streets or wherever I saw them, but I looked at t...
Born like this Into this As the chalk faces smile As Mrs. Death laughs As the elevators break
Back in L.A., there was almost a week of peace. Then the phone rang. It was the owner of a Manhattan Beach nightclub, Marty Seavers. I had read there a couple of times before. The club ...
I am in this low—slung sports car painted a deep, rich yellow driving under an Italian sun. I have a British accent. I’m wearing dark shades
first time my father overheard me… this bit of music he asked me, “what is it?” “it’s called Love For Three Oran… I informed him.
16 years old during the depression I’d come home drunk and all my clothing— shorts, shirts, stockings—