if I suffer at this typewriter think how I’d feel among the lettuce-pickers of Salinas?

Hugo Wolf went mad while eating a… and writing his 253rd song; it was… April and the worms came out of th… humming Tannhäuser, and he spilled… with his ink, and his blood fell o…

my friend is worried about dying he lives in Frisco I live in L.A. he goes to the gym and works with the iron and hits

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

another bed another woman more curtains another bathroom another kitchen

By the time they called me to dinner I was able to pull up my clothing and walk to the breakfast nook where we ate all our meals except on Sunday. There were two pillows on my chair. I ...

at high noon at a small college near the beach sober the sweat running down my arms a spot of sweat on the table

Nothing matters but flopping on a mattress with cheap dreams and a beer as the leaves die and the horses d… and the landladies stare in the ha…

There were times when Frank and I were friendly with Chuck, Eddie and Gene. But something would always happen (usually I caused it) and then I would be out, and Frank would be partly ou...

this time has finished me. I feel like the German troops whipped by snow and the communists walking bent with newspapers stuffed into