#Americans #XXCentury #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
one of the terrible things is really being in bed night after night with a woman you no longer
screen like a burglar to take your… the snake had crawled the hole, and she said, tell me about yourself.
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...
drive to the beach at night in the winter and sit and look at the burned-dow… wonder why they just let it sit th… in the water.
Thanks for the good letter. I don’t think it hurts, sometimes, to remember where you came from. You know the places where I came from. Even the people who try to write about that or mak...
if I suffer at this typewriter think how I’d feel among the lettuce— pickers of Salinas?
I drank for the next week. I drank night and day and wrote 25 or 30 mournful poems about lost love. It was Friday night when the phone rang. It was Mercedes. “I got married,” she said, ...
let me speak as a friend although the centuries hang between us and neither you nor I can see the moon. be careful less the onion blind th…
I used to know a dutchman in a Ph… he’d take 3 raw eggs in his beer, 71, still working, strong,
one of the first actors to play Ta… Motion Picture Home. he’d been there for years waiting… he spent much of his time running in and out of the wards
a woman, a tire that’s flat, a disease, a desire: fears in front of you, fears that hold so still
do not b other the beagle lying th… away from grass and flowers and pa… dreaming dogdreams, or perhaps dre… nothing, as men do awake; yes, leave him be, in that simple…
in the afternoon they lean against one another and you can see how much they like the sun.
New Year’s Eve was another bad night for me to get through. My parents had always delighted in New Year’s Eve, listening to it approach on the radio, city by city, until it arrived in L...
O lord, he said, Japanese women, real women, they have not forgotte… bowing and smiling closing the wounds men have made; but American women will kill you l…