#AmericanWriters #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I was always a natural slob I liked to lay upon the bed in undershirt (stained, of course) (and with cigarette holes)
believe in earning one’s own way but I also believe in the unexpect… gift and it is a wondrous thing when a woman who has read your wor…
they don’t make it the beautiful die in flame— suicide pills, rat poison, rope, w… ever... they rip their arms off,
when I look back now at the abuse I took from her I feel shame that I was so innocent,
you just don’t know how to do it, you know that, and you can’t do a lot of other useful things either. it’s the fault of the
the final curtain on one of the lo… musicals ever, some people claim t… seen it over one hundred times. I saw it on the tv news, that fina… flowers, cheers, tears, a thundero…
all of a sudden I’m a painter. a girl from Galveston gives me $50 for a painting of a man holding a candycane while floating in a darkened sky.
another bed another woman more curtains another bathroom another kitchen
I was shacked with a 24 year old girl from New York City for two weeks—about the time of the garbage
We got back to 1010. I had my check. I’d left word that we didn’t want to be disturbed. Tammie and I sat drinking. I’d read 5 or 6 love poems about her. “They knew who I was,” she said....
I found that the only way I could keep from dizzy-spelling into my case was to get up and take a walk now and then. Fazzio, a supervisor who had the station at the time, saw me walking ...
they’re not going to let you sit at a front table at some cafe in Europe in the mid-afternoon sun. you do, somebody’s going to
had lost the last race big somebody had stolen my coat could feel the flu coming on and my tires were low. I went in to get a
she sits up there drinking wine while her husband is at work. she puts quite
Bruckner wasn’t bad even though he got down on his knees and proclaimed Wagner the master.