#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
the house next door makes me sad. both man and wife rise early and go to work. they arrive home in early evening.
it’s unfortunate, and simply not the style, but I don’t care: girls remind me of hair in the sink, girls remind me of intestines and bladders and excretory movements; it’s unfortunate a...
Marina Louise, Fay named the child. So there it was, Marina Louise Chinaski. In the crib by the window. Looking up at the tree leafs and bright designs whirling on the ceiling. Then she...
I had begun to dislike my father. He was always angry about something. Wherever we went he got into arguments with people. But he didn’t appear to frighten most people; they often just ...
the old fart, he used his literary… to reel them in one at a time, each younger than the last. he liked to meet them for luncheon… wine
at exactly 12:00 midnight 1973-74 Los Angeles it began to rain on the palm leaves outside my window
majestic, majic infinite my little girl is sun on the carpet—
smoking a cigarette and noting a m… flattened out against the wall and died as organ music from centuries back… my black radio
first they used to, he told me, gun and bomb the elephants, you could hear their screams over… but you flew high to bomb the peop… you never saw it,
a house with 7 or 8 people living in it getting up the rent. there’s a stereo never used and a set of bongos
washed—up, on shore, the old yello… out again I write from the bed as I did last year.
I got up for a glass of water and as I walked into the kitchen I saw Picasso walk up to Joyce and lick her ankle. I was barefooted and she didn’t hear me. She had on high heels. She loo...
he hooked to the body hard took it well and loved to fight had seven in a row and a small fle… over one eye,
listening to Wagner as outside in the dark the wind bl… trees wave and shake lights go off and on the walls creak and the… bed...
you with long hair, legs crossed h… the bar, you like a butcher knife… as the nightingale sings elsewhere… mingles with the roach’s hiss. know you as