#AmericanWriters #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
suppose like others have come through fire and sword, love gone wrong, head-on crashes, drunk at sea, and I have listened to the simple…
I only met one student at City College that I liked, Robert Becker. He wanted to be a writer. “I’m going to learn everything there is to learn about writing. It will be like taking a ca...
Later in the hospital they were dabbing at my knees with pieces of cotton that had been soaked in something. It burned. My elbows burned too. The doctor was bending over me with a nurse...
the lilies storm my brain by god by god like nazi storm troopers! do you think I’m going tizzy?
my friend is worried about dying he lives in Frisco I live in L.A. he goes to the gym and works with the iron and hits
I had just won $115 from the heads… was naked upon my bed listening to an opera by one of th… and had just gotten rid of a very… when there was a knock upon the wo…
We had another fight. Later I was back at my place but I didn’t feel like sitting there alone and drinking. The night harness racing meet was on. I took a pint and went out to the track...
I watched the board and the 6 drop… after a first flash of 18 from a m… of 12...two minutes to post and a… kept jamming against my back, but… I bet 20 to win and walked out to…
the canaries were there, and the l… and the old woman with warts; and I was there, a child and I touched the piano keys as they talked—
the wind blows hard to night and it’s a cold wind and I think about the boys on the row. hope some of them have a bottle
consistency is terrific: shark-mouth grubby interior with an almost perfect body, long blazing hair—
It was hot that night at the reading, which was to be held at St. Mark’s Church. Tammie and I sat in what was used as the dressing room. Tammie found a full-length mirror leaning agains...
Two mornings later, at 4 am, somebody beat on the door. I let Tammie in. She sat down and I opened a couple of beers. “I’ve got bad breath, I have these two bad teeth. You can’t kiss me...
the dead dogs of nowhere bark as you approach another traffic accident. cars one standing on its
bet on #6, I try red, I stare at… wonder what Chekhov would do, and… blue plates sit eating the carnage… and look very much like Russians a… my left tit and try to smile like…