#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
shot in the eye shot in the brain shot in the ass shot like a flower in the dance amazing how death wins hands down
I pick up the skirt, I pick up the sparkling beads in black, this thing that moved once around flesh,
Jack London drinking his life awa… writing of strange and heroic men. Eugene O’Neill drinking himself o… while writing his dark and poetic works.
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...
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
you consult psychiatrists and phil… when things aren’t going well and whores when they are. the whores are there for young boy… men; to the young boys they say,
Mongolian coasts shining in light, listen to the pulse of the sun, the tiger is the same to all of us and high oh so high on the branch
very tall girl lifts her nose at m… outside a supermarket as if I were a walking garbage can; and I had no desire for her, no more desire
what you see is what you see: madhouses are rarely on display. that we still walk about and scratch ourselves and light
yes, they begin out in a willow, I… the starch mountains begin out in… and keep right on going without re… pumas and nectarines somehow these mountains are like
these things that we support most… have nothing to do with up, and we do with them out of boredom or fear or money or cracked intelligence;
drunk again at 3 a.m. at the end o… of wine, I have typed from a dozen… poesy an old man maddened for the flesh of young gi…
horses running with her miles away laughing with a fool Bach and the hydrogen bomb
my grandfather was a tall German with a strange smell on his breath… he stood very straight in front of his small house and his wife hated him
I had just won $115 from the heads… was naked upon my bed listening to an opera by one of th… and had just gotten rid of a very… when there was a knock upon the wo…