majestic, magic infinite my little girl is sun on the carpet—
of course, I may die in the next t… and I’m ready for that but what I’m really worried about… that my editor—publisher might ret… even though he is ten years younge…
do not b other the beagle lying th… away from grass and flowers and pa… dreaming dogdreams, or perhaps dre… nothing, as men do awake; yes, leave him be, in that simple…
sleep at Lila’s and in the morning we get the breakfast special at th… then it’s up to her friend Buffy’s… Buffy has boy twins, father in dou… in a $150-a-month apt.
I am in this low—slung sports car painted a deep, rich yellow driving under an Italian sun. I have a British accent. I’m wearing dark shades
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 higher you climb the greater the pressure. those who manage to endure learn
it was on the 2nd floor on Coronad… I used to get drunk and throw the radio through the wi… while it was playing, and, of cour… it would break the glass in the wi…
he’s 17 . mother, he said, how do I crack an egg? all right, she said to me, you don… sit there looking like that.
he was a good one say 18, 19, marine and every time woman came down the train aisle
in the center of the action you have to lay down like an anima… until it charges, you have to lay down
takes lot of desperation dissatisfaction and
John F. Kennedy flower knocks upo… shot through the neck; the gladiolas gather by the dozens… India dripping into Ceylon;
he comes out at 7:30 a.m. every da… with 3 peanut butter sandwiches, a… there’s one can of beer which he floats in the baitbucket. he fishes for hours with a small t…
places to hunt places to hide are getting harder to find, and pet canaries and goldfish too, did you… that?
the old L.A. Public Library burn… down that library downtown and with it went large part of my
well, first Mae West died and then George Raft, and Eddie G. Robinson’s been gone long time,
my goldfish stares with watery eye… into the hemisphere of my sorrow; upon the thinnest of threads we hang together, hang hang hang
the hearse comes through the room… the beheaded, the disappeared, the… mad. the flies are a glue of sticky pas… their wings will not
live alone in a small room and read the newspapers and sleep alone in the dark dreaming of crowds.
what is it about lobsters and crab… those white-pink shells that always make me hungry just looking at them there in the butcher’s display case
all the women all their kisses the different ways they love and talk and need. their ears they all have
there waas a rock-and-mud slide on the Pacific Coast Highway and… detour and they directed us up int… and traffic was slow and it was ho… we were lost.
re-reading some of Fante’s The Wine of Youth in bed this mid-afternoon my big cat
the 3 horse clipped the heels of the 7, they both went down and the 9 stumbled over them, jocks rolling, horses’ legs flung skyward.
sitting on a 2nd-floor porch at 1:… while looking out over the city. could be worse. we needn’t accomplish great things…
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
we buy the scandal sheets at the s… get into bed and eat pretzels and… the church bells ring and the dogs… we turn on the tv and watch very b… then she goes down and brings up i…
knew you were a bad-ass,” he said. you sat in the back of Art class a… you never said anything. then I saw you in that brutal figh… with the guy with the dirty yellow
you have to have it or the walls w… in. you have to give everything up, th… away, everything away. you have to look at what you look…
you with long hair, legs crossed h… the bar, you like a butcher knife… as the nightingale sings elsewhere… mingles with the roach’s hiss. know you as
they’re not going to let you sit at a front table at some cafe in Europe in the mid-afternoon sun. you do, somebody’s going to
Jack London drinking his life awa… writing of strange and heroic men. Eugene O’Neill drinking himself o… while writing his dark and poetic works.
like in a chair the color of the s… as you listen to lazy piano music and the aircraft overhead are not at war. where the last drink is as good as
between 2 and 5 p.m. any day and a… Wednesday, it’s 20% off for us old dogs approaching the sunset… it’s strange to be old and not fee… old
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
Beowulf may have killed Grendel a… Grendel’s mother but he couldn’t kill this one:
her shoes themselves would light my room like many candles. she walks like all things shining on glass,
no way back to Barcelona. the green soldiers have invaded th… madmen rule Spain and during a heat wave in 1952 I b… no way back to the Rock of Gibral…
have we gone wrong again? we laugh less and less, become more sadly sane. all we want is the absence of others.
he came to the door one night wet… terrorized white cross-eyed tailless cat took him in and fed him and he sta… grew to trust me until a friend dr…
old Butch, they fixed him the girls don’t look like much anymore. when Big Sam moved out of the back
he was just a cat cross-eyed, dirty white with pale blue eyes
know. I know. they are limited, have different needs and concerns. but I watch and learn from them.
death wants more death, and its we… I remember my father’s garage, how… I would brush the corpses of flies from the windows they thought were… their sticky, ugly, vibrant bodies
had her for 3 units and at mid-term she’d read off how many assignment… stories had been turned in:
my mother knocked on my rooming-ho… and came in looked in the dresser drawer: Henry you don’t have any clean stockings?
neither does this mean the dead are at the door begging bread before
he used to sell papers in front: Get your winners! Get rich on a d… and about the 3rd or 4th race you’d see him rolling in on his ro… with roller skates underneath.
has been going on for some time. there is this young waitress where… at the racetrack. how are you doing today?” she asks… winning pretty good,” I reply.
here they come these guys grey truck radio playing they are in a hurry
my grandfather was a tall German with a strange smell on his breath… he stood very straight in front of his small house and his wife hated him
boy, don’t come around here tellin… can’t cut it, that they’re pitching you low and insid… they are conspiring against you, that all you want is a chance but…
liked D . H. Lawrence he could get so indignant he snapped and he ripped with wonderfully energetic sentenc… he could lay the word down
the balance is preserved by the sn… the Santa Monica cliffs; the luck is in walking down Wester… and having the girls in a massage parlor holler at you, “Hello, Swe…
I see old people on pensions in th… supermarkets and they are thin and… proud and they are dying they are starving on their feet an… nothing. long ago, among other lie…
I used to hold my social security… up in the air, he told me, but I was so small they couldn’t see it,
my first and only wife painted and she talked to me about it: it’s all so painful
she was hot, she was so hot I didn’t want anybody else to have… and if I didn’t get home on time she’d be gone, and I couldn’t bear… I’d go mad. . .
I was shacked with a 24 year old girl from New York City for two weeks—about the time of the garbage
