#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
sick with the flu drinking beer my radio on loud enough to overcome the sounds of the
a woman told a man when he got off a plane that I was dead. a magazine printed the fact that I was dead
you no faces no faces at all laughing at nothing—
yesterday drunken Alice gave me a jar of fig jam and today she whistles
That summer, July 1934, they gunned down John Dillinger outside the movie house in Chicago. He never had a chance. The Lady in Red had fingered him. More than a year earlier the banks h...
hey, said my friend, I want you to… Hangdog Harry, he reminds me of y… and I said, all right, and we went… this cheap hotel. old men sitting around watching
each man must realize that it can all disappear very quickly: the cat, the woman, the job, the front tire,
The flies are angry bits of life; why are they so angry? it seems they want more, it seems almost as if they are angry
She wasn’t really a cop, she was a clerk-cop. And she started coming in and telling me about a guy who wore a purple stick pin and was a “real gentleman.” “Well,” I’d ask, “how was old ...
The next time you listen to Borod… remember he was just a chemist who wrote music to relax; his house was jammed with peor e: students, artists, drunkards, bur…
“your poems about the girls will s… 50 years from now when the girls a… my editor phones me. dear editor: the girls appear to be gone
I am a panther shut up and bellowi… cement walls, and I am angry at bl… evenings without ventilation and I am angry with you, and it wi… like a rose
The boys on Dorsey station didn’t know my problems. I’d enter through the back way each night, hide my sweater in a tray and walk in to get my timecard: We had a game going, the black-w...
call it th e green house effect or… but it just doesn’t rain like it used to. particularly remember the rains of… depression era.
16 and one-half inch neck 68 years old lifts weights body like a young