#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I took women either to the boxing matches or to the racetrack. That Thursday night I took Katherine to the boxing matches at the Olympic auditorium. She had never been to a live fight. ...
“I’ve made it,” she said, “I’ve c… through.” she had on new boots, pa… and a white sweater. “I know what… want now.” she was from Chicago an… had settled in L.A.’s Fairfax dis…
Julio came by with his guitar and… latest song. Julio was famous, he wrote songs a… published books of little drawings… poems.
But the next morning it was the sa… “That’s all, Chinaski. Nothing fo… It went on for a week. I sat ther… Then Bobby Hansen, one of the old… “I don’t care. I’m not kissing hi…
shot off his left ear then his right, and then tore off his belt buckle with hot lead, and then
I’m big I suppose that’s why my women alwa… small but this 6 foot goddess who deals in real estate
The baby was crawling, discovering the world. Marina slept in bed with us at night. There was Marina, Fay, the cat and myself. The cat slept on the bed too. Look here, I thought, I have...
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
the kid went back to New York Cit… he met in a kibbutz. he left his mother at the age of 32, a well-kept fellow, sense of h… wore the same pair of shorts
it’s unfortunate, and simply not the style, but I don’t care: girls remind me of hair in the sink, girls remind me of intestines and bladders and excretory movements; it’s unfortunate a...
he lives in a house with a swimmin… and says the job is killing him. he is 27. I am 44. I can’t seem t… get rid of
sitting with the professors we talk about Allen Tate and John Crow Ransom the rugs are clean and the coffeetables shine
they go on writing pumping out poems— young boys and college professors wives who drink wine all afternoon while their husbands work,
first they used to, he told me, gun and bomb the elephants, you could hear their screams over… but you flew high to bomb the peop… you never saw it,
her shoes themselves would light my room like many candles. she walks like all things shining on glass,