#AmericanWriters #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
That night I gave another bad reading. I didn’t care. They didn’t care. If John Cage could get one thousand dollars for eating an apple, I’d accept $500 plus air fare for being a lemon....
big sloppy wounded dog hit by a car and walking toward the curbing making enormous sounds
liked D . H. Lawrence he could get so indignant he snapped and he ripped with wonderfully energetic sentenc… he could lay the word down
I see old people on pensions in th… supermarkets and they are thin and… proud and they are dying they are starving on their feet an… nothing. long ago, among other lie…
my father was a practical man. he had an idea. you see, my son, he said, I can pay for this house in my lif… then it’s mine.
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
she writes continually like a long nozzle spraying the air,
An old man asked me for a cigarett… and I carefully dealt out two. Been lookin’ for job. Gonna stand in the sun and smoke.” He was close to rags and rage
I had Fridays and Saturdays off, which made Sunday the roughest day. Plus the fact that on Sunday they made me report at 3:30 p.m. instead of my usual 6:18 p.m. This Sunday I went in an...
first they used to, he told me, gun and bomb the elephants, you could hear their screams over… but you flew high to bomb the peop… you never saw it,
old grey-haired waitresses in cafes at night have given it up, and as I walk down sidewalks of light and look into windows
Beowulf may have killed Grendel a… Grendel’s mother but he couldn’t kill this one:
he used to sell papers in front: Get your winners! Get rich on a d… and about the 3rd or 4th race you’d see him rolling in on his ro… with roller skates underneath.
Markov claims I am trying to stab his soul but I’d prefer his wife. put my feet on the coffee table and he says,
Bobby’s wife worked two nights a week and when she was gone he got on the telephone. I knew that on Tuesday and Thursday nights he would be lonely. It was Tuesday night when the phone r...