#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
you gotta have wars suppose World War One was the bes… really, you know, both sides were… they really had something to fight… they really thought they had somet…
you go for these wenches, she said… you go for these whores, I’ll bore you. I don’t want to be shit on anymore… I said,
got out, fellow said, “hey!” walke… me, we shook hands, he slipped me… tickets for free car washes, “find… told him, walked on through to wai… area with wife, we sat on outside…
On the elevator up, I was the only white man there. It seemed strange. They talked about the riots, not looking at me. “Jesus,” said a coal black guy, "it’s really something. These guys...
sitting with the professors we talk about Allen Tate and John Crow Ransom the rugs are clean and the coffeetables shine
which reminds me I shacked with Jane for 7 years she was a drunk I loved her my parents hated her
this is important enough: to get your feelings down, it is better than shaving or cooking beans with garlic. it is the little we can do
we talk about this film: Cagney fed this broad grapefruit faster than she could eat it and
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
16 years old during the depression I’d come home drunk and all my clothing— shorts, shirts, stockings—
I think of automobiles parked in a parking lot when I think of myself dead I think of frying pans when I think of myself dead
John F. Kennedy flower knocks upo… shot through the neck; the gladiolas gather by the dozens… India dripping into Ceylon;
Van Gogh cut off his ear gave it to a prostitute who flung it away in extreme
I stayed five days and nights. Then I couldn’t get it up any more. Joanna drove me to the airport. She had bought me a new piece of luggage and some new clothing. I hated that Dallas-Fo...
I pick up the skirt, I pick up the sparkling beads in black, this thing that moved once around flesh,