#1973 #AmericanWriters #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame #CrucifixInADeathhand
So gramps wrote Joyce a big check and there we were. We rented a little house up on a hill, and then Joyce got this stupid moralistic thing. “We both ought to get jobs,” Joyce said, “to...
your life is your life don’t let it be clubbed into dank… be on the watch. there are ways out. there is a light somewhere.
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
she writes continually like a long nozzle spraying the air,
having the low down blues and goin… into a restraunt to eat. you sit at a table. the waitress smiles at you. she’s dumpy. her ass is too big.
my moustache is pasted-on and my wig and my eyebrows and even my eyes... then something stuns me... the lampshades swing, I hear
Our man was there to meet us, Gary Benson. He also wrote poetry and drove a cab. He was very fat but at least he didn’t look like a poet, he didn’t look North Beach or East Village or l...
have we gone wrong again? we laugh less and less, become more sadly sane. all we want is the absence of others.
16 years old during the depression I’d come home drunk and all my clothing— shorts, shirts, stockings—
My German doctor walked up. The one who had given me the blood tests. “Congratulations,” he said, shaking my hand, "it’s a girl. 9 pounds, 3 ounces.” “The mother will be all right. She ...
the branches break, the birds fall… the whores stand straight, the bombs stack, evening, morning, night, peanutbutter,
this is my piano. the phone rings and people ask, what are you doing? how about getting drunk with us? and I say,
I watched the board and the 6 drop… after a first flash of 18 from a m… of 12...two minutes to post and a… kept jamming against my back, but… I bet 20 to win and walked out to…
I don’t beat the walls with my fis… I just sit but it rushes in a tide of it. the woman in the court behind me h…
The phone rang the next morning. Lydia had gone back to her place. It was Bobby, the kid who lived in the next block and worked in the porno bookstore. “Mindy’s down here. She wants you...