#AmericanWriters #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
A sound awakened me. It was not quite daylight. Cecelia was moving around getting dressed. I looked at my watch. “I want to watch the sun come up. I love sunrises!” “I haven’t been able...
it’s unfortunate, and simply not the style, but I don’t care: girls remind me of hair in the sink, girls remind me of intestines and bladders and excretory movements; it’s unfortunate a...
in the men’s room at the track this boy of about 7 or 8 years old came out of a stall
Times were still hard. Nobody was any more surprised than I when Mears– Starbuck phoned and asked me to report to work the next Monday. I had gone all around town putting in dozens of a...
people went into vacant lots and pulled up greens to cook and the men rolled Bull Durham or smoked Wings (10 a pack) and the dogs were thin and the cats were thin and the cats learned h...
you have to have it or the walls w… in. you have to give everything up, th… away, everything away. you have to look at what you look…
luxury ocean liners crossing the water full of the indolent and rich passing from this place to that
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
well, first Mae West died and then George Raft, and Eddie G. Robinson’s been gone long time,
I met her somehow through correspo… and she began sending me very sexy… and this being mixed in with a min… confused me somewhat and I got in… through the mountains and valleys…
up in northern California he stood in the pulpit and had been reading for some time he had been reading poems about nature and the goodness
blue fish, the blue night, a blue… everything is blue. and my cats are blue: blue fur, bl… blue whiskers, blue eyes. my bed lamp shines
“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...
then there was the time in New Orleans I was living with a fat woman, Marie, in the French Quarter and I got very sick.
light brown stare that dumb blank marvelous light brown stare I’ll take care of it.