#AmericanWriters #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
John F. Kennedy flower knocks upo… shot through the neck; the gladiolas gather by the dozens… India dripping into Ceylon;
turmoil is the god madness is the god permanent living peace is permanent living death. agony can kill
there are many single women in the… with one or two or three children and one wonders where the husbands have gone or where the lovers have gone
have we gone wrong again? we laugh less and less, become more sadly sane. all we want is the absence of others.
But the next morning it was the sa… “That’s all, Chinaski. Nothing fo… It went on for a week. I sat ther… Then Bobby Hansen, one of the old… “I don’t care. I’m not kissing hi…
sleepy now at 4 a.m. hear the siren of a white ambulance,
there was a frozen tree that I wan… but the shells came down and in Vegas looking across at a g… at 3:30 in the morning, I died without nails, without a co…
dying has its rough edge. no escaping now. the warden has his eye on me. his bad eye. I’m doing hard time now.
After 3 years I made “regular.” That meant holiday pay (subs didn’t get paid for holidays) and a 40 hour week with 2 days off. The Stone was also forced to assign me as relief man to 5 ...
One night my father took me on his milk route. There were no longer any horsedrawn wagons. The milk trucks now had engines. After loading up at the milk company we drove off on his rout...
you just don’t know how to do it, you know that, and you can’t do a lot of other useful things either. it’s the fault of the
I used to know a dutchman in a Ph… he’d take 3 raw eggs in his beer, 71, still working, strong,
the wind blows hard to night and it’s a cold wind and I think about the boys on the row. hope some of them have a bottle
she came to my place drunk riding a deer up on the front porc… so many women want to save the wor… but can’t keep their own kitchens… but me...
had her for 3 units and at mid-term she’d read off how many assignment… stories had been turned in: