#Americans #XXCentury #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
I don’t know how many bottles of b… I have consumed while waiting for… to get better. I don’t know how much wine and whi… and beer
Bruckner wasn’t bad even though he got down on his knees and proclaimed Wagner the master.
A day or so later I got a poem in the mail from Lydia. It was a long poem and it began: Come out, old troll, Come out of your dark hole, old troll, Come out into the sunlight with us an...
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…
there is always that space there just before they get to us that space that fine relaxer the breather
But then it began raining again. The Stone had me out on a thing called Sunday Collection, and if you’re thinking of church, forget it. You picked up a truck at West Garage and a clipbo...
the canaries were there, and the l… and the old woman with warts; and I was there, a child and I touched the piano keys as they talked—
the dead dogs of nowhere bark as you approach another traffic accident. cars one standing on its
I had been corresponding with a lady in San Francisco for several months. Her name was Liza Weston and she survived by giving dance lessons, including ballet, in her own studio. She was...
my goldfish stares with watery eye… into the hemisphere of my sorrow; upon the thinnest of threads we hang together, hang hang hang
I can remember starving in a small room in a strange city shades pulled down, listening to classical music I was young I was so young it hur…
Then I was called down to personnel at the old Federal Build– ing. They let me sit the usual 45 minutes or hour and one half. The man walked me back to a desk. There sat this woman. She...
After dinner we came back and we talked. She was a health food addict and didn’t eat meat except for chicken and fish. It certainly worked for her. “Hank,” she said, “tomorrow I’m going...
my first and only wife painted and she talked to me about it: it’s all so painful
the branches break, the birds fall… the whores stand straight, the bombs stack, evening, morning, night, peanutbutter,