#Americans #XXCentury #1973 #AtTerrorStreetAndAgonyWay #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame
I used to take the back off the telephone and stuff it with ra… and when somebody knocked I wouldn’t answer and if they pers… I’d tell them in terms vulgar
I found that the only way I could keep from dizzy-spelling into my case was to get up and take a walk now and then. Fazzio, a supervisor who had the station at the time, saw me walking ...
It was a Wednesday night, 12:30 am and I was very sick. My stomach was raw, but I managed to hold down a few beers. Tammie was with me and she seemed sympathetic. Dancy was at her grand...
old Butch, they fixed him the girls don’t look like much anymore. when Big Sam moved out of the back
It was another Sunday that we got into the Model-T in search of my Uncle John. “He has no ambition,” said my father. “I don’t see how he can hold his god-damned head up and look people ...
Lydia had two children; Tonto, a boy of 8, and Lisa, the little girl of 5 who had interrupted our first fuck. We were together at the table one night eating dinner. Things were going we...
I feel gypped by dunces as if reality were the property of little men with luck and a headstart, and I sit in the cold
sitting with the professors we talk about Allen Tate and John Crow Ransom the rugs are clean and the coffeetables shine
I hear them outside: “does he always type this late?” “no, it’s very unusual.” “he shouldn’t type this
the girls were young and worked the streets but often couldn’t score, they
cimen altinda gecen 225 gunden son… kanini emip bitireli epey oldu, ar… bu isler boyle mi oluyor? bu odada hala ask saatlerinin golg… birakip gittiginde asagi yukari he…
the girls are coming home in their… and I sit by the window and watch. there’s a girl in a red dress driving a white car
the words have come and gone, I sit ill. the phone rings, the cats sleep. Linda vacuums. I am waiting to live,
feet of cheese coffeepot soul hands that hate poolsticks eyes like paperclips I prefer red wine
Vallejo writing about loneliness while starving to death; Van Gogh’s ear rejected by a whore;