great writer remains in bed shades down doesn’t want to see anyone doesn’t want to write anymore doesn’t want to try anymore;

he buys 5 cars a month, details th… them out, then resells them at a profit of one or… he has a nice Jewish wife and he t… bangs her until the walls shake.

women don’t know how to love, she told me. you know how to love but women just want to leech.

there’s Barry in his ripped walkin… he’s on Thorazine is 24 looks 38 lives with his mother in the same

Her father really hated me. He thought I was after his money. I didn’t want his god damned money. And I didn’t even want his god damned precious daughter. The only time I ever saw him w...

escape from the black widow spider is a miracle as great as art. what a web she can weave slowly drawing you to her she’ll embrace you

twitching in the sheets— to face the sunlight again, that’s clearly trouble. I like the city better when the

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

That evening I started drinking. It wasn’t going to be easy without Katherine. I found some things she had left behind—earrings, a bracelet. I’ve got to get back to the typewriter, I th...

a poem is a city filled with stree… filled with saints, heroes, beggar… filled with banality and booze, filled with rain and thunder and p… drought, a poem is a city at war,

horses running with her miles away laughing with a fool Bach and the hydrogen bomb