#AmericanWriters #1973 #AtTerrorStreetAndAgonyWay #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame
I feel gypped by dunces as if reality were the property of little men with luck and a headstart, and I sit in the cold
she left me 5 weeks ago and went t… that is, I think she left. the other day I went out to mail h… and I saw her sitting on the bus s… it was her hair there
Katherine stayed 4 or 5 more days. We had reached the time of the month when it was risky for Katherine to fuck. I couldn’t stand rubbers. Katherine got some contraceptive foam. Meanwhi...
nobody goes downtown anymore the plants and trees have been cut… Pershing Square the grass is brown and the street preachers are not a…
Her father really hated me. He thought I was after his money. I didn’t want his god damned money. And I didn’t even want his god damned precious daughter. The only time I ever saw him w...
I was back in L.A. about a week and a half. It was night. The phone rang. It was Cecelia, she was sobbing. “Hank, Bill is dead. You’re the first one I’ve called.” “I’m so glad you came ...
sway with me, everything sad— madmen in stone houses without doors, lepers steaming love and song frogs trying to figure
beheaded in the middle of the night scratching my sides I am covered with bites kick my white legs out of the shee…
Jane, who has been dead for 31 yea… never could have imagined that I would write a scre… days together and
think of de vils in hell and stare at a beautiful vase of flowers as the woman in my bedroom
they called Céline a Nazi they called Pound a fascist they called Hamsun a Nazi and a f… they put Dostoevsky in front of a… squad
there’s Barry in his ripped walkin… he’s on Thorazine is 24 looks 38 lives with his mother in the same
Slipping keenly into bright ashes, target of vanilla tears your sure body lit candles for men on dark nights, and now your night is darker
drunk on the dark streets of some… it’s night, you’re lost, where’s y… room? you enter a bar to find yourself, order scotch and water.
old grey-haired waitresses in cafes at night have given it up, and as I walk down sidewalks of light and look into windows