#AmericanWriters #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
Our 30 minutes was now devoted to scheme training. They gave us each a deck of cards to learn and stick into pur cases. To pass the scheme you had to throw 100 cards in 8 minutes or les...
self-congratulatory nonsense as th… famous gather to applaud their see… greatness you wonder where
here comes the fishhead singing here comes the baked potato in dra… here comes nothing to do all day l… here comes another night of no sle… here comes the phone wringing the…
the rooms at the hospital went for 550 a day. that was for the room alone. the amazing thing, though, was tha… in some of the rooms
the dream of a man is a whore with a gold tooth and a garter belt, perfumed with false eyebrows
Markov claims I am trying to stab his soul but I’d prefer his wife. put my feet on the coffee table and he says,
it’s the same as before or the other time or the time before that. here’s a cock and here’s a cunt
the essence of the belly like a white balloon sacked is disturbing like the running of feet on the stairs
the droll noon where squadrons of worms creep up like stripteasers to be raped by blackbirds. I go outside
I went to this place to see a movi… on tv Alexander the Great, and here come the armies ta ta ta
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
225 days under grass and you know more than I. they have long taken your blood, you are a dry stick in a basket. is this how it works?
often it is the only thing between you and impossibility. no drink,
she wrote me for years. “I’m drinking wine in the kitchen. it’s raining outside. the children are in school.” she was an average citizen
they go on writing pumping out poems— young boys and college professors wives who drink wine all afternoon while their husbands work,