#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I even hear the mountains the way they laugh up and down their blue sides and down in the water the fish cry
To end up alone in a tomb of a room without cigarettes or wine— just a lightbulb
once we were young at this machine. . . drinking
invent yourself and then reinvent… don’t swim in the same slough. invent yourself and then reinvent… and stay out of the clutches of medioc…
the blue pencil of the wave shots of yellow road a steering wheel an insane woman sitting next to you
I looked for a job all summer and couldn’t find one. Jimmy Hatcher caught on at an aircraft plant. Hitler was acting up in Europe and creating jobs for the unemployed. I had been with J...
I began at 6:18 p.m. and Dave Janko did not begin until 10:36 p.m., so it could have been worse. Having a 10:06 thirty minute lunch, I was usually back by the time he got in. In he’d co...
up in northern California he stood in the pulpit and had been reading for some time he had been reading poems about nature and the goodness
There were times when Frank and I were friendly with Chuck, Eddie and Gene. But something would always happen (usually I caused it) and then I would be out, and Frank would be partly ou...
a very miraculous thing just happe… my beerbottle flipped over backwar… and landed on its bottom on the fl… and I have set it upon the table t… but the photos were not so lucky t…
“You ought to try to be like Abe Mortenson,” said my mother, “he gets straight A’s. Why can’t you ever get any A’s?” “Henry is dead on his ass,” said my father. “Sometimes I can’t belie...
he sat naked and drunk in a room o… night, running the blade of the kn… under his fingernails, smiling, th… of all the letters he had received telling him that
ask the sidewalk painters of Paris ask the sunlight on a sleeping dog ask the 3 pigs ask the paperboy ask the music of Donizetti
Either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when I was a young man I felt these things were dumb, unsophisticated.
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