#AmericanWriters #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
ah, Merryman, fighter on the docks, killed a man while they were unloa… bananas. mean the man he killed
I’m big I suppose that’s why my women alwa… small but this 6 foot goddess who deals in real estate
this is important enough: to get your feelings down, it is better than shaving or cooking beans with garlic. it is the little we can do
we tried to hide it in the house s… neighbors wouldn’t see. was difficult, sometimes we both h… be gone at once and when we return… there would be excreta and urine a…
was much easier to be a genius in… only 3 or 4 literary magazines and… or 5 times you could end up in Ger… you could possibly meet Picasso fo… maybe only Miró.
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 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...
to be writing poetry at the age of… like a schoolboy, surely, I must be crazy; racetracks and booze and arguments with the landlord;
the blue pencil of the wave shots of yellow road a steering wheel an insane woman sitting next to you
I had to fly to Illinois to give a reading at the University. I hated readings, but they helped with the rent and maybe they helped sell books. They got me out of east Hollywood, they g...
sitting with the professors we talk about Allen Tate and John Crow Ransom the rugs are clean and the coffeetables shine
I went up to Tammie’s place with my cardboard cartons. First I got the items she mentioned. Then I found other things—other dresses and blouses, shoes, an iron, a hair dryer, Dancy’s cl...
horses running with her miles away laughing with a fool Bach and the hydrogen bomb
each man must realize that it can all disappear very quickly: the cat, the woman, the job, the front tire,
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…