#Americans #XXCentury #1973 #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame
she sits up there drinking wine while her husband is at work. she puts quite
some people never go crazy. me, sometimes I’ll lie down behind… for 3 or 4 days. they’ll find me there. it’s Cherub, they’ll say, and
unaccountably we are alone forever alone and it was meant to be that way, was never meant
the feelings I get driving past the railroad yard never on purpose but on my way to… are the feelings other men have fo… see the tracks and all the boxcars
There were times when Frank and I were friendly with Chuck, Eddie and Gene. But something would always happen (usually I caused it) and then I would be out, and Frank would be partly ou...
you’re a beast, she said your big white belly and those hairy feet. you never cut your nails and you have fat hands
no we can’t we can’t win it I’ve decided we can’t win it just for a while we thought we cou… but that was just for a while
There was death in that place on the hill. I knew it the first day I walked out the screen door and into the backyard. A zing– ing binging buzzing whining sound came right at me: 10,000...
it sits outside my window now like and old woman going to market… it sits and watches me, it sweats nevously through wire and fog and dog—bark
the mockingbird had been following… all summer mocking mocking mocking teasing and cocksure; the cat crawled under rockers on p…
turmoil is the god madness is the god permanent living peace is permanent living death. agony can kill
Shirley came to town with a broken… and met the Chicano who smoked long slim cigars and they got a place together on Beacon street
The voices of the people were the same, no matter where you carried the mail you heard the same things over and over again. “You’re late, aren’t you?” “Where’s the regular carrier?” “He...
Just give me a little atomic bomb Not too mutch just a little Enough to kill a horse in the stre… But there aren’t any horses in the… Enough to knock the flowers from a…
The jew bent over and died. 99 machine guns were shipped to France. somebody w… while I inspected the propeller of an old monoplane