#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I go to pick her up. she’s on some errand. she always has errands many things to do. I have nothing to do.
she had huge thighs and a very good laugh she laughed at everything and the curtains were yellow and I finished
eating cold plums in bed she told me about the German who owned everything on the block except the custom drapery shop and he tried to buy
he’s 17 . mother, he said, how do I crack an egg? all right, she said to me, you don… sit there looking like that.
with old cars, especially when you… and drive them for many years a love affair is inevitable: you even learn to accept their little
I was sitting with an anarchist from Beverly Hills, Ben Solvnag, who was writing my biography when I heard her footsteps on the court walk. I knew the sound—they were always fast and fr...
There are sketches on the walls of… and outside a large green bus swer… insanity sprung from a waving line… says the radio, and Jane Austin,… “I am going to do her portrait on…
Back in L.A., there was almost a week of peace. Then the phone rang. It was the owner of a Manhattan Beach nightclub, Marty Seavers. I had read there a couple of times before. The club ...
see this poem? was written without drinking. don’t need to drink to write.
the acute and terrible air hangs w… as summer birds mingle in the bran… and warble and mystify the clamor of the mind… an old parrot
Bruckner wasn’t bad even though he got down on his knees and proclaimed Wagner the master.
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
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...
After Debra left for work the next morning I bathed, then tried to watch t.v. I walked around naked and noticed that I could be seen from the street through the front window. So I had a...
in San Francisco the landlady, 80… Victrola up the stairway and I pl… until they beat on the walls. there was a large bucket in the ce… filled with beer and winebottles;