Vallejo writing about loneliness while starving to death; Van Gogh’s ear rejected by a whore;

you haven’t lived until you’ve been in a flophouse with nothing but one light bulb

I saw a vacancy sign in the window in front of a rooming-house, had the cabby pull up. I paid him and walked up on the front porch, rang the bell. I had one black eye from the fight, an...

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

the telephone has not been kind of… of late there have been more and m… from people who want to come over… from people who are depressed from people who are lonely

I saw her when I was in the left… going east on Sunset. she was sitting with her legs crossed reading a paperback.

there was a frozen tree that I wan… but the shells came down and in Vegas looking across at a g… at 3:30 in the morning, I died without nails, without a co…

she came to my place drunk riding a deer up on the front porc… so many women want to save the wor… but can’t keep their own kitchens… but me...

the ladies of summer will die like… and the lie the ladies of summer will love so long as the price is not forever

Bruckner wasn’t bad even though he got down on his knees and proclaimed Wagner the master.

I walked off the job again and the police stopped me for running a red light at Serrano… my mind was rather gone and I stood in a patch of leaves

Dee Dee had to pick up her son at the airport. He was coming home from England for his vacation. He was 17, she told me, and his father was an ex-concert pianist. But he’d fallen for sp...

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...

it was Philly and the bartender sa… what and I said, gimme a draft, J… got to get the nerves straight, I’… going to look for a job. you, he s… a job?