#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
saw him sitting in a lobby chair in the Patrick Hotel dreaming of flying fish and he said “hello friend you’re looking good.
she wrote me for years. “I’m drinking wine in the kitchen. it’s raining outside. the children are in school.” she was an average citizen
call it th e green house effect or… but it just doesn’t rain like it used to. particularly remember the rains of… depression era.
what’s bad about all this is watching people drinking coffee and waiting. I would
Bach, I said, he had 20 children. he played the horses during the da… he f—ed at night and drank in the mornings. he wrote music in between.
in the men’s room at the track this boy of about 7 or 8 years old came out of a stall
this woman keeps phoning me even though I tell her I am livin… I love. I keep hearing noises in the envir… she phones,
So gramps wrote Joyce a big check and there we were. We rented a little house up on a hill, and then Joyce got this stupid moralistic thing. “We both ought to get jobs,” Joyce said, “to...
escape from the black widow spider is a miracle as great as art. what a web she can weave slowly drawing you to her she’ll embrace you
dumb, Jesus Christ, some people are so dumb you can hear them splashing around
After dinner we came back and we talked. She was a health food addict and didn’t eat meat except for chicken and fish. It certainly worked for her. “Hank,” she said, “tomorrow I’m going...
Katherine stayed 4 or 5 more days. We had reached the time of the month when it was risky for Katherine to fuck. I couldn’t stand rubbers. Katherine got some contraceptive foam. Meanwhi...
it is not very good to not get through whether it’s the wall the human mind
light brown stare that dumb blank marvelous light brown stare I’ll take care of it.
they talk down through the centuries to us, and this we need more and more, the statues and paintings in midnight age