#AmericanWriters #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
it’s strange when famous people di… whether they have fought the good… the bad one. it’s strange when famous people di… whether we like them or not
think of de vils in hell and stare at a beautiful vase of flowers as the woman in my bedroom
Lydia and I were always fighting. She was a flirt and it irritated me. When we ate out I was sure she was eyeballing some man across the room. When my male friends came by to visit and ...
“what?” they say, “you got a computer?” it’s like I have sold out to the enemy. I had no idea so many
I have been painting these last tw… it’s not much, you’re correct, but in this tournament great dream… history removes her dress and beco… and I have awakened in the morning
I can’t have it and you can’t have it and we won’t get it so don’t bet on it
I finally, got a day off, and you know what I did? I got up early before Joyce got back in and I went down to the market to do a little shopping, and maybe I was crazy. I walked through...
the soldiers march without guns the graves are empty peacocks glide in the rain down stairways march great men smi… there is food enough and rent enou…
my daughter is most glorious. we are eating a takeout snack in my car in Santa Monica.
I was sitting with an anarchist from Beverly Hills, Ben Solvnag, who was writing my biography when I heard her footsteps on the court walk. I knew the sound—they were always fast and fr...
This is advance notice that it is proposed to suspend you from duty without pay for 3 days or to take such other disciplinary action as may be determined to be appropriate. The proposed...
consistency is terrific: shark-mouth grubby interior with an almost perfect body, long blazing hair—
I’m not going to die easy; I’ve sat on your suicide beds in some of the worst holes in America,
I was asked to give a reading at a famous nightclub, The Lancer, on Hollywood Boulevard. I agreed to read two nights. I was to follow a rock group, The Big Rape, each night. I was getti...
I took my girlfriend to your last poetry reading, she said “yes”, “yes?” I asked. "she`s young and pretty",