#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
It’s never quite right, he said, t… the way the music sounds, the way… written. It’s never quite right, he said, a… taught, all the loves we chase, al…
the night I was going to die I was sweating on the bed and I could hear the crickets and there was a cat fight outside and I could feel my soul dropping…
My father had two brothers. The younger was named Ben and the older was named John. Both were alcoholics and ne’er-do-wells. My parents often spoke of them. “Neither of them amount to a...
she was a short one getting fat and she had once been beautiful and she drank the wine she drank the wine in bed and
Back in L.A., there was almost a week of peace. Then the phone rang. It was the owner of a Manhattan Beach nightclub, Marty Seavers. I had read there a couple of times before. The club ...
The jew bent over and died. 99 machine guns were shipped to France. somebody w… while I inspected the propeller of an old monoplane
at one stage in my life I met a man who claimed to have visited Pound at St. Elizabeths. then I met a woman who not only claimed to have visited
red summers and black satin charcoal and blood ringing the sheets while snails are stepped on and moths go batty
The Stone’s favorite carrier was Matthew Battles. Battles never came in with a wrinkled shirt on. In fact, everything he wore was new, looked new. The shoes, the shirts, the pants, the ...
At Mt. Justin, biology class was neat. We had Mr. Stanhope for our teacher. He was an old guy about 55 and we pretty much dominated him. Lilly Fischman was in the class and she was real...
terror finally becomes almost bearable but never quite terror creeps like a cat crawls like a cat
if I suffer at this typewriter think how I’d feel among the lettuce— pickers of Salinas?
the elephants are caked with mud a… and the rhinos don’t move the zebras are stupid dead stems and the lions don’t roar the lions don’t care
turmoil is the god madness is the god permanent living peace is permanent living death. agony can kill
This babe in the grandstand with dyed red hair kept leaning her breasts against me and talking about Gardena poker parlors