#AmericanWriters #1971 #PostOffice
there are these small cliffs above the sea and it is night, late night; I have been unable to sleep, and with my car above me
the 3 horse clipped the heels of the 7, they both went down and the 9 stumbled over them, jocks rolling, horses’ legs flung skyward.
the mockingbird had been following… all summer mocking mocking mocking teasing and cocksure; the cat crawled under rockers on p…
majestic, majic infinite my little girl is sun on the carpet—
take a writer away from his typewr… and all you have left is the sickness which started him
you just don’t know how to do it, you know that, and you can’t do a lot of other useful things either. it’s the fault of the
was much easier to be a genius in… only 3 or 4 literary magazines and… or 5 times you could end up in Ger… you could possibly meet Picasso fo… maybe only Miró.
Each night as I got ready to go on in, Joyce had my clothing laid out on the bed. Everything was the most expensive money could buy. I never wore the same pair of pants, the same shirt,...
I used to take the back off the telephone and stuff it with ra… and when somebody knocked I wouldn’t answer and if they pers… I’d tell them in terms vulgar
awaken at 11:30 a.m. get into my chinos and a clean gre… open a Miller’s, and nothing in the mailbox but the Berkeley Tribe
the other day I’m out at the track betting Early Bird that’s when you bet at the track before it opens)
Katherine stayed 4 or 5 more days. We had reached the time of the month when it was risky for Katherine to fuck. I couldn’t stand rubbers. Katherine got some contraceptive foam. Meanwhi...
I have been looking at the same lampshade for 5 years and it has gathered
Vallejo writing about loneliness while starving to death; Van Gogh’s ear rejected by a whore;
the feelings I get driving past the railroad yard never on purpose but on my way to… are the feelings other men have fo… see the tracks and all the boxcars