#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I cut the middle fingernail of the… finger right hand real short and I began rubbing along her cunt
he carried a piece of carbon, a blade and a whip and at night he feared his head and covered it with blankets
to be writing poetry at the age of… like a schoolboy, surely, I must be crazy; racetracks and booze and arguments with the landlord;
But then it began raining again. The Stone had me out on a thing called Sunday Collection, and if you’re thinking of church, forget it. You picked up a truck at West Garage and a clipbo...
when Whitman wrote, “I sing the b… I know what he meant I know what he wanted:
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.
dame some dogs who sleep at night must dream of bones and I remember your bones in flesh
I got his ashes, she said, and I… out to sea and I scattered his ash… they didn’t even look like ashes and the urn was weighted with
he spoke to mice and sparrows and his hair was white at the age… his father beat him every day and… lit candles in the church. his grandmother came while the boy…
he talks like he writes and he has a face like a dove, unt… externals. little shiver of horror runs throu… about
A sound awakened me. It was not quite daylight. Cecelia was moving around getting dressed. I looked at my watch. “I want to watch the sun come up. I love sunrises!” “I haven’t been able...
Frank liked airplanes. He lent me all his pulp magazines about World War 1. The best was Flying Aces. The dog-fights were great, the Spads and the Fokkers mixing it. I read all the stor...
this man sometimes forgets who he is. sometimes he thinks he’s the Pope. other times he thinks he’s a
the final curtain on one of the lo… musicals ever, some people claim t… seen it over one hundred times. I saw it on the tv news, that fina… flowers, cheers, tears, a thundero…
he hooked to the body hard took it well and loved to fight had seven in a row and a small fle… over one eye,