#AmericanWriters #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
Either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when I was a young man I felt these things were dumb, unsophisticated.
I was sitting next to a young girl who didn’t know her scheme very well. “Where does 2900 Roteford go?" she asked me. "Try throwing it to 33," I told her. “You say you’re from Kansas Ci...
I read last Saturday in the redwoods outside of Santa Cruz and I was about 3/4's finished when I heard a long high scream and a quite attractive
I was editing a little magazine at the time, The Laxative Approach. I had two co-editors and we felt that we were printing the best poets of our time. Also some of the other kind. One o...
and the sun wields mercy but like a jet torch carried to hi… and the jets whip across its sight and rockets leap like toads, and the boys get out the maps
I took Tammie. We got there a little early and went to a bar across the street. We got a table. “Now don’t drink too much, Hank. You know how you slur your words and miss your lines whe...
this is my piano. the phone rings and people ask, what are you doing? how about getting drunk with us? and I say,
my daughter is most glorious. we are eating a takeout snack in my car in Santa Monica.
terrible arguments. and, at last, lying peacefully on her large bed which is spread in red with cool patterns o…
I began receiving letters from a girl in New York City. Her name was Mindy. She had run across a couple of my books, but the best thing about her letters was that she seldom mentioned w...
3 small boys run toward me blowing whistles and they scream you’re under arrest! you’re drunk!
Then I developed a new system at the racetrack. I pulled in $3,000 in a month and a half while only going to the track two or three times a week. I began to dream. I saw a little house ...
I took it home, opened the beer, got into bed and began. It started well. It was about how Janko had lived in small rooms and starved while trying to find a job. He had trouble with the...
what is it about lobsters and crab… those white-pink shells that always make me hungry just looking at them there in the butcher’s display case
they go on writing pumping out poems— young boys and college professors wives who drink wine all afternoon while their husbands work,