#AmericanWriters #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
we take what we can see— the engines driving us mad, lovers finally hating; this fish in the market staring upward into our minds;
this woman keeps phoning me even though I tell her I am livin… I love. I keep hearing noises in the envir… she phones,
since my last name was Fuch, he sa… believe the school yard was tough:… powder down my neck, threw gravel… with rubber bands in class, and ou… me names, well, one name mainly, o…
this kid used to teach at Kansas… then they moved him out he went to a bean factory then he and his wife moved to the… she got a job and worked while
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
I get too many phone calls. they seek the creature out. they shouldn’t.
The flies are angry bits of life; why are they so angry? it seems they want more, it seems almost as if they are angry
re-reading some of Fante’s The Wine of Youth in bed this mid-afternoon my big cat
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
what is it about lobsters and crab… those white-pink shells that always make me hungry just looking at them there in the butcher’s display case
Meanwhile, things went on. I had a long run of luck at the racetrack. I began to feel confident out there. You went for a certain profit each day, somewhere between 15 and 40 bucks. You...
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…
drunk on the dark streets of some… it’s night, you’re lost, where’s y… room? you enter a bar to find yourself, order scotch and water.
she was a short one getting fat and she had once been beautiful and she drank the wine she drank the wine in bed and
the waste of words continues with a stunning persistence as the waiter runs by carrying the… tray