#AmericanWriters #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
R.O.T.C. (Reserve Officer Training Corps) was for the misfits. Like I said, it was either that or gym. I would have taken gym but I didn’t want people to sec the boils on my back. There...
he has on blue jeans and tennis sh… and walks with two young girls about his age. every now and then he leaps into the air and
are we going to the movies or not? she asked him. all right, he said, let’s go. I’m not going to put any pan ties… so you can finger-fuck me in the
then there was the time in New Orleans I was living with a fat woman, Marie, in the French Quarter and I got very sick.
I was shacked with a 24 year old girl from New York City for two weeks—about the time of the garbage
they go on writing pumping out poems— young boys and college professors wives who drink wine all afternoon while their husbands work,
the essence of the belly like a white balloon sacked is disturbing like the running of feet on the stairs
a symphony orchestra. there is a thunderstorm, they are playing a Wagner overture and the people leave their seats u… and run inside to the pavilion
she cut my toenails the night befo… and in the morning she said, “I th… just lay here all day.” which meant she wasn’t going to wo… she was at my apartment—which mean…
kool enough to die but not kill I take my doctor’s green pill drink tea as the sharks swim through vases o…
good weather is like good women— it doesn’t always happen and when it does
they called Céline a Nazi they called Pound a fascist they called Hamsun a Nazi and a f… they put Dostoevsky in front of a… squad
the mockingbird had been following… all summer mocking mocking mocking teasing and cocksure; the cat crawled under rockers on p…
Then Joyce wanted to go back to the city. For all the draw– backs, that little town, haircuts or not, beat city life. It was quiet. We had our own house. Joyce fed me well.) Plenty of m...
To end up alone in a tomb of a room without cigarettes or wine— just a lightbulb