#Americans #XXCentury #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
That Tuesday night we were sitting at my place drinking; Tammie, me and her brother, Jay. The phone rang. It was Bobby. “Louie and his wife are down here and she’d like to meet you.” Lo...
for five years I have been looking across the way at the side of a red apartment hou… there must be people in there even love in there
Tammie came by that night. She appeared to be high on uppers. “I want some champagne,” she said. Then the phone rang. It was Lydia. “I just wondered how you were doing. ...” “You know D...
all I’ve ever known are whores, ex… madwomen. I see men with quiet, gentle women—I see them in the sup… I see them walking down the street… I see them in their apartments: pe…
by God, I don’t know what to do. they’re so nice to have around. they have a way of playing with the balls
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
I hear them outside: “does he always type this late?” “no, it’s very unusual.” “he shouldn’t type this
my first and only wife painted and she talked to me about it: it’s all so painful
in grievous deity my cat walks around he walks around and around with electric tail and
this kid used to teach at Kansas… then they moved him out he went to a bean factory then he and his wife moved to the… she got a job and worked while
twitching in the sheets— to face the sunlight again, that’s clearly trouble. I like the city better when the
To pacify Lydia I agreed to go to Muleshead, Utah. Her sister was camping in the mountains. The sisters actually owned much of the land. It had been inherited from their father. Glendol...
I got back, made love to Lydia several times, got in a fight with her, and left L. A. International late one morning to give a reading in Arkansas. I was lucky enough to have a seat by ...
with old cars, especially when you… and drive them for many years a love affair is inevitable: you even learn to accept their little
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...