#Americans #XXCentury #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
you haven’t lived until you’ve been in a flophouse with nothing but one light bulb
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...
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…
when Whitman wrote, “I sing the b… I know what he meant I know what he wanted:
Either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when I was a young man I felt these things were dumb, unsophisticated.
this woman keeps phoning me even though I tell her I am livin… I love. I keep hearing noises in the envir… she phones,
I met a genius on the train today about 6 years old, he sat beside me and as the train
she’s up seeing my doctor trying to get some diet pills; she’s not fat, she needs the speed… I go down to the nearest bar and w… at 3:30 in the afternoon of a tues…
probably from the belly button or… bed, or maybe from the mouth of th… the car crash on the avenue that l… scattered on the grass. she comes from love gone wrong und…
the canaries were there, and the l… and the old woman with warts; and I was there, a child and I touched the piano keys as they talked—
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
here I am in the ground my mouth open and
let me speak as a friend although the centuries hang between us and neither you nor I can see the moon. be careful less the onion blind th…
my goldfish stares with watery eye… into the hemisphere of my sorrow; upon the thinnest of threads we hang together, hang hang hang
I forget the beginning time. 6 or 7 p.m. Something like that. All you did was sit with a handful of letters, take a streetmap and figure your run. It was easy. All the drivers took much...