#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
I only met one student at City College that I liked, Robert Becker. He wanted to be a writer. “I’m going to learn everything there is to learn about writing. It will be like taking a ca...
the dead can sleep they don’t get up and rage they don’t have a wife. her white face like a flower in a closed
it was Philly and the bartender sa… what and I said, gimme a draft, J… got to get the nerves straight, I’… going to look for a job. you, he s… a job?
once we were young at this machine. . . drinking
Somehow the money slipped away after that and soon I left the track and sat around in my apartment waiting for the 90 days’ leave to run out. My nerves were raw from the drinking and th...
I have been looking at the same lampshade for 5 years and it has gathered
dogs and angels are not very different. I often go to this place to eat about 2:30 in the afternoon
The next day in bed I got tired of waiting for the airplanes and I found a large yellow notebook that had been meant for high school work. It was empty. I found a pen. I went to bed wit...
she’s from Texas and weighs 103 pounds and stands before the mirror combing oceans of reddish hair
the bulls are grand as the side of… and although they kill them for th… it is the bull that burns the fire… and although there are cowardly bu… there are cowardly matadors and co…
when Whitman wrote, “I sing the b… I know what he meant I know what he wanted:
got out, fellow said, “hey!” walke… me, we shook hands, he slipped me… tickets for free car washes, “find… told him, walked on through to wai… area with wife, we sat on outside…
she’s not for you, man, she’s not your type, she’s erased she’s been used she’s got all the wrong
around 2 a.m. in my small room after turning off the poem machine for now
I suppose like any other boy I had one best friend in the neigh… his name was Eugene and he was big… than I was and one year older. Eugene used to whip me pretty good…