oh, how worried they are about my soul! I get letters the phone rings... “are you going to be all right?”

you shoulda been at this party, I know you hate parties but you seem to be at most of them… anyhow, I took my girl, you know her—

It was noon the next day when the phone rang. It was Lydia again. I heard a long insane wail like a wolverine shot in the arctic snow and left to bleed and die alone. . . . I slept most...

take a writer away from his typewr… and all you have left is the sickness which started him

it was up in San Francisco after my poetry reading. it had been a nice crowd I had gotten my money I had this place upstairs

yeah sure, I’ll be in unless I’m… don’t knock if the lights are out or you hear voices or then I might be reading Proust if someone slips Proust under my d…

So I took the exam, passed it, took the physical, passed it, and there I was—a substitute mail carrier. It began easy. I was sent to West Avon Station and it was just like Christmas exc...

I have just spent one—hour—and—a—h… handicapping tomorrow’s card. when am I going to get at the poem… well, they’ll just have to wait

once bought a toy rabbit at a department store and now he sits and ponders me with pink sheer eyes: He wants golf balls and glass

liked D . H. Lawrence he could get so indignant he snapped and he ripped with wonderfully energetic sentenc… he could lay the word down

I think of automobiles parked in a parking lot when I think of myself dead I think of frying pans when I think of myself dead

the Egyptians loved the cat were often entombed with it instead of with the women and never with the dog but now

in the Valkerie Mountains among the strutting peacocks I found a flower as large as my head

she bent over the side of the bed and opened the portfolio along the side of the wall. we were drinking. she said, “you promised me these