#AmericanWriters
you’ve got to fuck a great many wo… beautiful women and write a few decent love poems. and don’t worry about age and/or freshly-arrived talents.
turmoil is the god madness is the god permanent living peace is permanent living death. agony can kill
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...
maybe I’ll win the Irish Sweepsta… maybe I’ll go nuts maybe Harcourt Brace will call or maybe unemployment insurance or rich lesbian at the top of a hill.
I even hear the mountains the way they laugh up and down their blue sides and down in the water the fish cry
I saw Sara every three or four days, at her place or at mine. We slept together but there was no sex. We came close but we never quite got to it. Drayer Baba’s precepts held strong. We ...
drunk on the dark streets of some… it’s night, you’re lost, where’s y… room? you enter a bar to find yourself, order scotch and water.
3 small boys run toward me blowing whistles and they scream you’re under arrest! you’re drunk!
“...I’ve seen people in front of their typewriters in such a bind that it would blow their intestine… right out of their assholes if the… were trying to shit.”
she undressed in front of me keeping her pussy to the front while I lay in bed with a bottle o… beer. where’d you get that wart on
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.
call it th e green house effect or… but it just doesn’t rain like it used to. particularly remember the rains of… depression era.
with an Apple Macintosh you can’t run Radio Shack program… in its disc drive. nor can a Commodore 64 drive read a file
and the subnormal. all through grammar school junior high high school junior college
little dark girl with kind eyes when it comes time to use the knife I won’t flinch and