#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
the dream of a man is a whore with a gold tooth and a garter belt, perfumed with false eyebrows
naked along the side of the house, 8 a.m., spreading sesame seed oil over my body, Jesus, have I come to this? I once battled in dark alleys for…
lonely as a dry and used orchard spread over the earth for use and surrender. shot down like an ex—pug selling dailies on the corner.
they go on writing pumping out poems— young boys and college professors wives who drink wine all afternoon while their husbands work,
well, first Mae West died and then George Raft, and Eddie G. Robinson’s been gone long time,
I had to fly to Illinois to give a reading at the University. I hated readings, but they helped with the rent and maybe they helped sell books. They got me out of east Hollywood, they g...
I sit here on the 2nd floor hunched over in yellow pajamas still pretending to be a writer.
One night I was assigned to the stool next to Butchner. He didn’t stick any mail. He just sat there. And talked. A young girl came in and sat down at the end of the aisle. I heard Butch...
The next day Katherine phoned me. She said she had the tickets and would be landing at L.A. International Friday at 2:30 pm. “Katherine,” I said, “there’s something I’ve got to tell you...
let me speak as a friend although the centuries hang between us and neither you nor I can see the moon. be careful less the onion blind th…
the history of melancholia includes all of us. me, I writhe in dirty sheets while staring at blue walls and nothing.
the canaries were there, and the l… and the old woman with warts; and I was there, a child and I touched the piano keys as they talked—
Christmas eve, alone, in a motel room down the coast near the Pacific— hear it?
my grandfather was a tall German with a strange smell on his breath… he stood very straight in front of his small house and his wife hated him
Somehow the money slipped away after that and soon I left the track and sat around in my apartment waiting for the 90 days’ leave to run out. My nerves were raw from the drinking and th...
