“It’s the manager, Freddy. He has started whistling this song. He’s whistling it when I come in in the morning and he never stops, and he’s whistling it when I go home at night. It’s be...

near the corner table in the cafe middle-aged couple sit. they have finished their

I’m glad when they arrive and I’m glad when they leave I’m glad when I hear their heels approaching my door and I’m glad when those heels

The rainy season began. Most of the money went for drink so my shoes had holes in the soles and my raincoat was torn and old. In any steady downpour I got quite wet, and I mean wet-down...

I have just spent one—hour—and—a—h… handicapping tomorrow’s card. when am I going to get at the poem… well, they’ll just have to wait

see this poem? was written without drinking. don’t need to drink to write.

The next day I sat in the hall in my green tin chair, waiting to be called. Across from me sat a man who had something wrong with his nose. It was very red and very raw and very fat and...

at one stage in my life I met a man who claimed to have visited Pound at St. Elizabeths. then I met a woman who not only claimed to have visited

you came out, she said, and then you kicked this guy’s car and then you threw yourself into a… you crushed the whole bush,

in the afternoon they lean against one another and you can see how much they like the sun.

the strong men the muscle men there they sit down at the beach cocoa tans

My drinking slowed down the next week. I went to the racetrack to get fresh air and sunshine and plenty of walking. At night I drank, wondering why I was still alive, how the scheme wor...

I hear them outside: “does he always type this late?” “no, it’s very unusual.” “he shouldn’t type this