#Americans #XXCentury
the motion of the human heart: strangled over Missouri; sheathed in hot wax in Boston; burned like a potato in Norfolk; lost in the Allegheny Mountains;
in the hospitals I’ve been in you see the crosses on the walls with the thin palm leaves behind t… yellowed and browned it is the signal to accept the ine…
this man used to be an interesting writer, he was able to say brisk and refreshing things. at the time
you won’t see them often for wherever the crowd is they are not. those odd ones, not
she left me 5 weeks ago and went t… that is, I think she left. the other day I went out to mail h… and I saw her sitting on the bus s… it was her hair there
the dream of a man is a whore with a gold tooth and a garter belt, perfumed with false eyebrows
I even hear the mountains the way they laugh up and down their blue sides and down in the water the fish cry
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...
dogs and angels are not very different. I often go to this place to eat about 2:30 in the afternoon
the schoolyard was a horror show:… freaks the beatings up against the wire f… our schoolmates watching glad that they were not the victim…
each man must realize that it can all disappear very quickly: the cat, the woman, the job, the front tire,
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
oh, how worried they are about my soul! I get letters the phone rings... “are you going to be all right?”
The next thing I knew, I had a young girl from Texas on my lap. I won’t go into details of how I met her. Anyway, there it was. She was 23. I was 36. She had long blonde hair and was go...
was much easier to be a genius in… only 3 or 4 literary magazines and… or 5 times you could end up in Ger… you could possibly meet Picasso fo… maybe only Miró.