#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
all the way from Mexico straight from the fields to 14 wins 13 by k.o. he was ranked #3
It was another Sunday that we got into the Model-T in search of my Uncle John. “He has no ambition,” said my father. “I don’t see how he can hold his god-damned head up and look people ...
The next day we picked up some of her stuff at this motel. There was a little dark guy in there with a wart on the side of his nose. He looked dangerous. Hector was sitting on the edge ...
had lost the last race big somebody had stolen my coat could feel the flu coming on and my tires were low. I went in to get a
this one always arrives at the wrong time a basically good sort I suppose an honest man
no one is sorry I am leaving, not even I; but there should be a minstrel or at least a glass of wine. bothers the young most, I think:
when Whitman wrote, “I sing the b… I know what he meant I know what he wanted:
I used to hold my social security… up in the air, he told me, but I was so small they couldn’t see it,
I went over the other day to pick up my daughter. her mother came out with workman’s overalls on. I gave her the child support money
often it is the only thing between you and impossibility. no drink,
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…
call it love stand it up in the failing light put it in a dress pray sing beg cry laugh
if you’re going to try, go all the way. otherwise, don’t even start. if you’re going to try, go all the way.
16 years old during the depression I’d come home drunk and all my clothing— shorts, shirts, stockings—
red summers and black satin charcoal and blood ringing the sheets while snails are stepped on and moths go batty