#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
of course, I may die in the next t… and I’m ready for that but what I’m really worried about… that my editor—publisher might ret… even though he is ten years younge…
this fear of being what they are: dead. at least they are not out on the s… are careful to stay indoors, those pasty mad who sit alone before the…
16 years old during the depression I’d come home drunk and all my clothing— shorts, shirts, stockings—
vain vanilla ladies strutting while van Gogh did it to himself. girls pulling on silk hose
R.O.T.C. (Reserve Officer Training Corps) was for the misfits. Like I said, it was either that or gym. I would have taken gym but I didn’t want people to sec the boils on my back. There...
in the afternoon they lean against one another and you can see how much they like the sun.
by God, I don’t know what to do. they’re so nice to have around. they have a way of playing with the balls
the ladies of summer will die like… and the lie the ladies of summer will love so long as the price is not forever
to be writing poetry at the age of… like a schoolboy, surely, I must be crazy; racetracks and booze and arguments with the landlord;
I kept getting letters from a lady who lived only a mile or so away. She signed them Nicole. She said she had read some of my books and liked them. I answered one of her letters and she...
I have lain in bed all day but I have written one poem and I am up now looking out the window and like a novelist might say
blue fish, the blue night, a blue… everything is blue. and my cats are blue: blue fur, bl… blue whiskers, blue eyes. my bed lamp shines
Lydia phoned me in the morning. “Whenever you get drunk,” she said, “I’m going out dancing. I went to the Red Umbrella last night and I asked men to dance with me. A woman has a right t...
the centerfielder turns rushes back reaches up his glove and
for five years I have been looking across the way at the side of a red apartment hou… there must be people in there even love in there