am sitting on a tin chair outside… death, on stinking wings, wafts th… halls forevermore. remember the hospital stenches fro… was a boy and when I was a man and…

I didn’t have any friends at school, didn’t want any. I felt better being alone. I sat on a bench and watched the others play and they looked foolish to me. During lunch one day I was a...

schoolgirls in pantyhose sitting on bus stop benches looking tired at 13 with their raspberry lipstick. it’s hot in the sun

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

here I am in the ground my mouth open and

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.

Bobby’s wife worked two nights a week and when she was gone he got on the telephone. I knew that on Tuesday and Thursday nights he would be lonely. It was Tuesday night when the phone r...

I always wanted to ball Henry Miller, she said, but by the time I got there it was too late. damn it, I said, you girls

I suppose so. I was living in an attic in Phila… it became very hot in the summer a… bars. I didn’t have any money and… I put a small ad in the paper and…

re-reading some of Fante’s The Wine of Youth in bed this mid-afternoon my big cat

So I was surprised when the phone rang a couple of nights later and it was Cassie. “What are you doing, Hank?” She gave me the address, it was either Westwood or West L. A. “I have plen...

I was hungover again, another heat spell was on—a week of 100 degree days. The drinking went on each night, and in the early mornings and days there was The Stone and the impossibility ...

it is justified all dying is justified all killing all death all passing, nothing is in vain

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

like the fox run with the hunted and if I’m not the happiest man on earth