#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
I can remember starving in a small room in a strange city shades pulled down, listening to classical music I was young I was so young it hur…
it beats love because there aren’t… wounds: in the morning she turns on the radio, Brahms or… or Stravinsky or Mozart. she boil… eggs counting the seconds out loud…
the drifting of the mind. the slow loss, the leaking away. one’s demise is not very interesti… from my bed I watch 3 birds throug… one coal black, one dark brown, th…
I wait on life like a pregnancy, p… the gut but all I hear now is the piano slamming its teeth throu… brain
That evening I started drinking. It wasn’t going to be easy without Katherine. I found some things she had left behind—earrings, a bracelet. I’ve got to get back to the typewriter, I th...
my grandmother had a serious gas problem. we only saw her on Sunday. she’d sit down to dinner and she’d have gas.
I was sitting next to a young girl who didn’t know her scheme very well. “Where does 2900 Roteford go?" she asked me. "Try throwing it to 33," I told her. “You say you’re from Kansas Ci...
which reminds me I shacked with Jane for 7 years she was a drunk I loved her my parents hated her
between 2 and 5 p.m. any day and a… Wednesday, it’s 20% off for us old dogs approaching the sunset… it’s strange to be old and not fee… old
people went into vacant lots and pulled up greens to cook and the men rolled Bull Durham or smoked Wings (10 a pack) and the dogs were thin and the cats were thin and the cats learned h...
live alone in a small room and read the newspapers and sleep alone in the dark dreaming of crowds.
I laugh sometimes when I think ab… say Céline at a typewriter or Dostoevsky... or Hamsun...
what is it about lobsters and crab… those white-pink shells that always make me hungry just looking at them there in the butcher’s display case
the lilies storm my brain by god by god like nazi storm troopers! do you think I’m going tizzy?
here they come these guys grey truck radio playing they are in a hurry