#Americans #XXCentury #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
she’s from Texas and weighs 103 pounds and stands before the mirror combing oceans of reddish hair
I’ll settle for the 6 horse on a rainy afternoon a paper cup of coffee in my hand a little way to go,
16 years old during the depression I’d come home drunk and all my clothing— shorts, shirts, stockings—
I have lain in bed all day but I have written one poem and I am up now looking out the window and like a novelist might say
often it is the only thing between you and impossibility. no drink,
The war was going very well in Europe, for Hitler. Most of the students weren’t very vocal on the matter. But the instructors were, they were almost all left-wing and anti-German. There...
liked D . H. Lawrence he could get so indignant he snapped and he ripped with wonderfully energetic sentenc… he could lay the word down
I laugh sometimes when I think ab… say Céline at a typewriter or Dostoevsky... or Hamsun...
sick with the flu drinking beer my radio on loud enough to overcome the sounds of the
I got his ashes, she said, and I… out to sea and I scattered his ash… they didn’t even look like ashes and the urn was weighted with
3 small boys run toward me blowing whistles and they scream you’re under arrest! you’re drunk!
here they come these guys grey truck radio playing they are in a hurry
murdered in the alleys of the land frost-bitten against flagpoles pawned by females educated in the dark for the dark vomiting into plugged toilets
I’m not going to die easy; I’ve sat on your suicide beds in some of the worst holes in America,
luxury ocean liners crossing the water full of the indolent and rich passing from this place to that