That night I gave another bad reading. I didn’t care. They didn’t care. If John Cage could get one thousand dollars for eating an apple, I’d accept $500 plus air fare for being a lemon....

I don’t beat the walls with my fis… I just sit but it rushes in a tide of it. the woman in the court behind me h…

I keep thinking it will be outside now waiting for me blue front bumper twisted

if I suffer at this typewriter think how I’d feel among the lettuce— pickers of Salinas?

great writer remains in bed shades down doesn’t want to see anyone doesn’t want to write anymore doesn’t want to try anymore;

Within a day or two, about 1 pm in the afternoon there was a knock at my door. It was a painter, Monty Riff, or so he informed me. He also told me that I used to get drunk with him when...

I got lucky the next day. They called my name. It was a different doctor. I stripped down. He turned a hot white light on me and looked me over. I was sitting on the edge of the examina...

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

the dead dogs of nowhere bark as you approach another traffic accident. cars one standing on its