#AmericanWriters #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
the higher you climb the greater the pressure. those who manage to endure learn
this head like a saucer decorated with everything as lip to lip we hang in mechanical joy; my hands blaze with arias
the problem, of course, isn’t the… it’s the living parts which make up the Dem… the next person you pass on the st… multiply
I was coming home from classes down Westview hill. I never had any books to carry. I passed my exams by listening to the class lectures and by guessing at the answers. I never had to cr...
the blue pencil of the wave shots of yellow road a steering wheel an insane woman sitting next to you
Within a day or two, about 1 pm in the afternoon there was a knock at my door. It was a painter, Monty Riff, or so he informed me. He also told me that I used to get drunk with him when...
a woman, a tire that’s flat, a disease, a desire: fears in front of you, fears that hold so still
in the afternoon they lean against one another and you can see how much they like the sun.
That Tuesday night we were sitting at my place drinking; Tammie, me and her brother, Jay. The phone rang. It was Bobby. “Louie and his wife are down here and she’d like to meet you.” Lo...
the feelings I get driving past the railroad yard never on purpose but on my way to… are the feelings other men have fo… see the tracks and all the boxcars
I keep thinking it will be outside now waiting for me blue front bumper twisted
I found a room on Temple Street in the Filipino district. It was $3.50 a week, upstairs on the second floor. I paid the landlady—a middle-aged blond—a week’s rent. The toilet and tub we...
dying for a beer dying for and of life on a windy afternoon in Hollywood listening to symphony music from m… on the floor.
we are always asked to understand the other person’s viewpoint no matter how out—dated
in the slow Mexican air I watched… and they cut off his ear, and his… no more terror than a rock. driving back the next day we stopp… and watched the golden red and blu…