#1973 #AmericanWriters #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame #CrucifixInADeathhand
I didn’t know exactly why but Chuck, Eddie, Gene and Frank let me join them in some of their games. I think it started when another guy showed up and they needed three on a side. I stil...
A couple of nights later Becker walked in. I guess my parents gave him my address or he located me through the college. I had my name and address listed with the employment division at ...
I get too many phone calls. they seek the creature out. they shouldn’t.
I went upstairs to 409, had a stiff scotch and water, took some money out of the top drawer, went down the steps, got in my car and drove to the racetrack. I got there in time for the f...
when Whitman wrote, “I sing the b… I know what he meant I know what he wanted:
he carried a piece of carbon, a blade and a whip and at night he feared his head and covered it with blankets
Somehow the money slipped away after that and soon I left the track and sat around in my apartment waiting for the 90 days’ leave to run out. My nerves were raw from the drinking and th...
if I suffer at this typewriter think how I’d feel among the lettuce-pickers of Salinas?
Back in L.A., there was almost a week of peace. Then the phone rang. It was the owner of a Manhattan Beach nightclub, Marty Seavers. I had read there a couple of times before. The club ...
Christmas eve, alone, in a motel room down the coast near the Pacific— hear it?
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
out of the arms of one love and into the arms of another I have been saved from dying on th… by a lady who smokes pot writes songs and stories,
he was just a cat cross-eyed, dirty white with pale blue eyes
here comes the fishhead singing here comes the baked potato in dra… here comes nothing to do all day l… here comes another night of no sle… here comes the phone ringing the w…
you sit on the couch with me tonight new woman. have you seen the