#AmericanWriters #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
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...
I got up for a glass of water and as I walked into the kitchen I saw Picasso walk up to Joyce and lick her ankle. I was barefooted and she didn’t hear me. She had on high heels. She loo...
I was always a natural slob I liked to lay upon the bed in undershirt (stained, of course) (and with cigarette holes)
Mongolian coasts shining in light, listen to the pulse of the sun, the tiger is the same to all of us and high oh so high on the branch
New Year’s Eve was another bad night for me to get through. My parents had always delighted in New Year’s Eve, listening to it approach on the radio, city by city, until it arrived in L...
I have been painting these last tw… it’s not much, you’re correct, but in this tournament great dream… history removes her dress and beco… and I have awakened in the morning
One Sunday Jimmy talked me into going to the beach with him. He wanted to go swimming. I didn’t want to he seen wearing swimming trunks because my hack was covered with boils and scars....
eating cold plums in bed she told me about the German who owned everything on the block except the custom drapery shop and he tried to buy
he was just a cat cross-eyed, dirty white with pale blue eyes
he has on blue jeans and tennis sh… and walks with two young girls about his age. every now and then he leaps into the air and
I went into the bends. I got drunker and stayed drunker than a shit skunk in Purgatory. I even had the butcher knife against my throat one night in the kitchen and then I thought, easy,...
I read that he lost a suitcase ful… train and that they never were rec… I can’t match the agony of this but the other night I wrote a 3—pa… upon this computer
there’s Barry in his ripped walkin… he’s on Thorazine is 24 looks 38 lives with his mother in the same
Frank liked airplanes. He lent me all his pulp magazines about World War 1. The best was Flying Aces. The dog-fights were great, the Spads and the Fokkers mixing it. I read all the stor...
vain vanilla ladies strutting while van Gogh did it to himself. girls pulling on silk hose