#1973 #AmericanWriters #AtTerrorStreetAndAgonyWay #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame
the acute and terrible air hangs w… as summer birds mingle in the bran… and warble and mystify the clamor of the mind… an old parrot
washed—up, on shore, the old yello… out again I write from the bed as I did last year.
I could see the road ahead of me. I was poor and I was going to stay poor. But I didn’t particularly want money. I didn’t know what I wanted. Yes, I did. I wanted someplace to hide out,...
We were in the air twenty minutes when she took a mirror out of her purse and began to make up her face, mostly the eyes. She worked at her eyes with a small brush, concentrating on the...
New Year’s Eve was another bad night for me to get through. My parents had always delighted in New Year’s Eve, listening to it approach on the radio, city by city, until it arrived in L...
near the corner table in the cafe middle-aged couple sit. they have finished their
stepped into the wrong end of the… right leg which was bad to begin w… with a tv writer and an actor, som… life to make a sitcom and luckily… day at the track I get a box seat…
you came out, she said, and then you kicked this guy’s car and then you threw yourself into a… you crushed the whole bush,
here they come these guys grey truck radio playing they are in a hurry
stew at noon, my dear; and look: the ants, the sawdust, the mica plants, the shadows of banks like bad jokes; do you think we’ll hear
red-eyed and dizzy as I the bird came flying all the way from Egypt at 5 o’clock in the morning, and Maria almost stumbled on her s…
the wind blows hard to night and it’s a cold wind and I think about the boys on the row. hope some of them have a bottle
think of de vils in hell and stare at a beautiful vase of flowers as the woman in my bedroom
we talk about this film: Cagney fed this broad grapefruit faster than she could eat it and
out of the arm of one love and into the arms of another I have been saved from dying on th… by a lady who smokes pot writes songs and stories