#AmericanWriters #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
if I suffer at this typewriter think how I’d feel among the lettuce-pickers of Salinas?
they’d come around and they’d ask “you finished your 2nd novel yet?” “no.”
drunk and writing poems at 3 a.m. what counts now is one more tight
absolutely sesamoid said the skeleton shoving his chalky foot upon my desk, and that was it,
of late I’ve had this thought that this country has gone backwards or 5 de cades
at the track today, Father’s Day, each paid admission was entitled to a wallet and each contained a
One night I was assigned to the stool next to Butchner. He didn’t stick any mail. He just sat there. And talked. A young girl came in and sat down at the end of the aisle. I heard Butch...
the goldfish sing all night with g… and the whores go down with the st… the whores go down with the stars I’m sorry, sir, we close at 4:30, besides yr mother’s neck is dirty,
they don’t make it the beautiful die in flame— suicide pills, rat poison, rope, w… ever... they rip their arms off,
she’s up seeing my doctor trying to get some diet pills; she’s not fat, she needs the speed… I go down to the nearest bar and w… at 3:30 in the afternoon of a tues…
when I look back now at the abuse I took from her I feel shame that I was so innocent,
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…
big black beard tells me that I don’t feel terror I look at him
I had been sleeping on a terrible mattress with the springs sticking into me for several years. That afternoon when I awakened I pulled the mattress off the bed, dragged it outside, and...
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