#AmericanWriters #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
There were continual fights. The teachers didn’t seem to know anything about them. And there was always trouble when it rained. Any boy who brought an umbrella to school or wore a rainc...
I suppose so. I was living in an attic in Phila… it became very hot in the summer a… bars. I didn’t have any money and… I put a small ad in the paper and…
all right, while we are gently cel… and while crazy classical music le… my small radio, I light a fresh ci… and realize that I am still very m… the 21st century is almost upon me…
I used to know a dutchman in a Ph… he’d take 3 raw eggs in his beer, 71, still working, strong,
the kid went back to New York Cit… he met in a kibbutz. he left his mother at the age of 32, a well-kept fellow, sense of h… wore the same pair of shorts
you know what Li Po said when ask… Artist or Rich? I’d rather be Rich,” he replied,… sitting on the doorsteps of the Rich.”
the dream of a man is a whore with a gold tooth and a garter belt, perfumed with false eyebrows
to be writing poetry at the age of… like a schoolboy, surely, I must be crazy; racetracks and booze and arguments with the landlord;
it is not very good to not get through whether it’s the wall the human mind
this head like a saucer decorated with everything as lip to lip we hang in mechanical joy; my hands blaze with arias
I always wanted to ball Henry Miller, she said, but by the time I got there it was too late. damn it, I said, you girls
sway with me, everything sad— madmen in stone houses without doors, lepers steaming love and song frogs trying to figure
I got lucky the next day. They called my name. It was a different doctor. I stripped down. He turned a hot white light on me and looked me over. I was sitting on the edge of the examina...
I had to fly to Illinois to give a reading at the University. I hated readings, but they helped with the rent and maybe they helped sell books. They got me out of east Hollywood, they g...
the pleasures of the damned are limited to brief moments of happiness: like the eyes in the look of a dog… like a square of wax,