#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
at the hospital that I have been going to the nurses seem overweight. they are bulky in their
After 3 years I made “regular.” That meant holiday pay (subs didn’t get paid for holidays) and a 40 hour week with 2 days off. The Stone was also forced to assign me as relief man to 5 ...
I heard it first while screwing a… who had the biggest box in Scranton. I listened to it again as I wrote… to my mother
the droll noon where squadrons of worms creep up like stripteasers to be raped by blackbirds. I go outside
I was standing in line at the bank… when the old fellow in front of me dropped his glasses (luckily, with… case) and as he bent over
watch them push the crippled and t… in their wheelchairs on to the electric lift which carries them up into the lon… where each chair is locked down
you won’t see them often for wherever the crowd is they are not. those odd ones, not
has been going on for some time. there is this young waitress where… at the racetrack. how are you doing today?” she asks… winning pretty good,” I reply.
great writer remains in bed shades down doesn’t want to see anyone doesn’t want to write anymore doesn’t want to try anymore;
I wait on life like a pregnancy, p… the gut but all I hear now is the piano slamming its teeth throu… brain
they called Céline a Nazi they called Pound a fascist they called Hamsun a Nazi and a f… they put Dostoevsky in front of a… squad
we are gathered here now to bury her in this poem. she did not marry an unemployed wi… beat her every
I was sitting with an anarchist from Beverly Hills, Ben Solvnag, who was writing my biography when I heard her footsteps on the court walk. I knew the sound—they were always fast and fr...
smoking a cigarette and noting a m… flattened out against the wall and died as organ music from centuries back… my black radio
at the window I watch a man with a power mower the sounds of his doing race like flies and bees