#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
in the hospitals I’ve been in you see the crosses on the walls with the thin palm leaves behind t… yellowed and browned it is the signal to accept the ine…
Making love in the sun, in the mor… in a hotel room above the alley where poor men poke for bottles; making love in the sun
I found a room on Temple Street in the Filipino district. It was $3.50 a week, upstairs on the second floor. I paid the landlady—a middle-aged blond—a week’s rent. The toilet and tub we...
a symphony orchestra. there is a thunderstorm, they are playing a Wagner overture and the people leave their seats u… and run inside to the pavilion
you won’t see them often for wherever the crowd is they are not. those odd ones, not
Back at Chelsey High it was the same. One group of seniors had graduated but they were replaced by another group of seniors with sports cars and expensive clothes. I was never confronte...
is an orange animal with hand grenades fire power
sometimes you climb out of bed in… I’m not going to make it, but you… remembering all the times you’ve f… you walk to the bathroom, do your… in the mirror, oh my oh my oh my,…
There were times when Frank and I were friendly with Chuck, Eddie and Gene. But something would always happen (usually I caused it) and then I would be out, and Frank would be partly ou...
then there was the time in New Orleans I was living with a fat woman, Marie, in the French Quarter and I got very sick.
they’d come around and they’d ask “you finished your 2nd novel yet?” “no.”
drinking 15 dollar champagne— Cordon Rouge—with the hookers. one is named Georgia and she doesn’t like pantyhose: I keep helping her pull up
While working Dorsey station I heard some of the old timers needling Big Daddy Greystone about how he’d had to buy a tape recorder in order to learn his schemes. Big Daddy had read the ...
the old L.A. Public Library burn… down that library downtown and with it went large part of my
They don’t make it the beautiful die in flame— suicide pills, rat poison, rope wh… ever... they rip their arms off,