#AmericanWriters #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
this man used to be an interesting writer, he was able to say brisk and refreshing things. at the time
The reading in Vancouver went through, $500 plus air fare and lodging. The sponsor, Bart Mcintosh, was nervous about crossing the border. I was to fly to Seattle, he’d meet me there and...
I laugh sometimes when I think ab… say Céline at a typewriter or Dostoevsky... or Hamsun...
absolutely sesamoid said the skeleton shoving his chalky foot upon my desk, and that was it,
The next night as they moved the group from the main build– ing to the training building, I stopped to talk to Gus the old newsboy. Gus had once been 3rd-ranked welterweight contender b...
The first thing I remember is being under something. It was a table, I saw a table leg, I saw the legs of the people, and a portion of the tablecloth hanging down. It was dark under the...
the German hotel was very strange… double doors to the rooms, very th… looked the park and the vasser ter… it was usually too late for breakf… would be everywhere changing sheet…
I went to this place to see a movi… on tv Alexander the Great, and here come the armies ta ta ta
I used to hold my social security… up in the air, he told me, but I was so small they couldn’t see it,
the dead can sleep they don’t get up and rage they don’t have a wife. her white face like a flower in a closed
I met an old drunk on the street one afternoon. I used to know him from the days with Betty when we made the rounds of the bars. He told me that he was now a postal clerk and that there...
if I suffer at this typewriter think how I’d feel among the lettuce-pickers of Salinas?
“Get a seat for her, put her on the tab,” I told Marty. “All right. We’ll set her up. We’re S.R.O. We’ve had to turn away 150 and it’s 30 minutes before you go on.” “I want to introduce...
are we going to the movies or not? she asked him. all right, he said, let’s go. I’m not going to put any pan ties… so you can finger-fuck me in the
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...