#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
invent yourself and then reinvent… don’t swim in the same slough. invent yourself and then reinvent… and stay out of the clutches of medioc…
you just don’t know how to do it, you know that, and you can’t do a lot of other useful things either. it’s the fault of the
see this poem? was written without drinking. don’t need to drink to write.
know. I know. they are limited, have different needs and concerns. but I watch and learn from them.
There was another German Shepherd. It was hot summer and he came BOUNDING out of a back yard and then LEAPED through the air. His teeth snapped, just missing my jugular vein. “OH JESUS!...
Then Joyce wanted to go back to the city. For all the draw– backs, that little town, haircuts or not, beat city life. It was quiet. We had our own house. Joyce fed me well.) Plenty of m...
had it for a year, really put in lot of bedroom time, slept upright on two pillows to keep from coughing, all the blood drained from my head
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…
I mean, I just slept I awoke with a fly on my elbow and I named the fly Benny then I killed him and then I got up and looked in th…
as the spirit wanes the form
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,
To give life you must take life, and as our grief falls flat and ho… upon the billion—blooded sea I pass upon serious inward—breakin… with white—legged, white—bellied r…
I was hungover again, another heat spell was on—a week of 100 degree days. The drinking went on each night, and in the early mornings and days there was The Stone and the impossibility ...
red face Texas and age he’s at an L.A. racetrack
a woman, a tire that’s flat, a disease, a desire: fears in front of you, fears that hold so still