#AmericanWriters #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
feet of cheese coffeepot soul hands that hate poolsticks eyes like paperclips I prefer red wine
one of the terrible things is really being in bed night after night with a woman you no longer
my grandmother had a serious gas problem. we only saw her on Sunday. she’d sit down to dinner and she’d have gas.
a house with 7 or 8 people living in it getting up the rent. there’s a stereo never used and a set of bongos
first time my father overheard me… this bit of music he asked me, “what is it?” “it’s called Love For Three Oran… I informed him.
eating cold plums in bed she told me about the German who owned everything on the block except the custom drapery shop and he tried to buy
I used to hold my social security… up in the air, he told me, but I was so small they couldn’t see it,
the hearse comes through the room… the beheaded, the disappeared, the… mad. the flies are a glue of sticky pas… their wings will not
of course, I may die in the next t… and I’m ready for that but what I’m really worried about… that my editor—publisher might ret… even though he is ten years younge…
big sloppy wounded dog hit by a car and walking toward the curbing making enormous sounds
too much too little too fat too thin or nobody.
in the hospitals and jails it’s the worst in madhouses it’s the worst in penthouses
I went into the bends. I got drunker and stayed drunker than a shit skunk in Purgatory. I even had the butcher knife against my throat one night in the kitchen and then I thought, easy,...
the bulls are grand as the side of… and although they kill them for th… it is the bull that burns the fire… and although there are cowardly bu… there are cowardly matadors and co…
Hugo Wolf went mad while eating a… and writing his 253rd song; it was… April and the worms came out of th… humming Tannhäuser, and he spilled… with his ink, and his blood fell o…