#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I read that he lost a suitcase ful… train and that they never were rec… I can’t match the agony of this but the other night I wrote a 3—pa… upon this computer
all the women all their kisses the different ways they love and talk and need. their ears they all have
when I was in grammar school my parents were poor and in my lunch bag there was only a peanut butter sandwich.
as the poems go into the thousands… realize that you’ve created very little. it comes down to the rain, the sun… the traffic, the nights and the da…
The boys on Dorsey station didn’t know my problems. I’d enter through the back way each night, hide my sweater in a tray and walk in to get my timecard: We had a game going, the black-w...
the lady has me temporarily off th… and now the pecker stands up better. however, things change overnight— instead of listening to Shostakovi…
there are these small cliffs above the sea and it is night, late night; I have been unable to sleep, and with my car above me
near the corner table in the cafe middle-aged couple sit. they have finished their
Meanwhile, there was still Joyce, and her geraniums, and a couple of million if I could hang on. Joyce and the flies and the geraniums. I worked the night shift, 12 hours, and she pawed...
we were in bed and she started to fight: “you son of a bitch! you just wait… I’ll get you!” I began laughing:
I used to know a dutchman in a Ph… he’d take 3 raw eggs in his beer, 71, still working, strong,
Marina Louise, Fay named the child. So there it was, Marina Louise Chinaski. In the crib by the window. Looking up at the tree leafs and bright designs whirling on the ceiling. Then she...
We got back to 1010. I had my check. I’d left word that we didn’t want to be disturbed. Tammie and I sat drinking. I’d read 5 or 6 love poems about her. “They knew who I was,” she said....
I kept getting letters from a lady who lived only a mile or so away. She signed them Nicole. She said she had read some of my books and liked them. I answered one of her letters and she...
ask the sidewalk painters of Paris ask the sunlight on a sleeping dog ask the 3 pigs ask the paperboy ask the music of Donizetti