#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
terror finally becomes almost bearable but never quite terror creeps like a cat crawls like a cat
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.
A week later I was driving down Hollywood Boulevard with Lydia. A weekly entertainment newspaper published in California at that time had asked me to write an article on the life of the...
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.
a symphony orchestra. there is a thunderstorm, they are playing a Wagner overture and the people leave their seats u… and run inside to the pavilion
it was up in San Francisco after my poetry reading. it had been a nice crowd I had gotten my money I had this place upstairs
I’ve watched this city burn twice in my lifetime and the most notable event was the reaction of the politicians in the
out of the arms of one love and into the arms of another I have been saved from dying on th… by a lady who smokes pot writes songs and stories,
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
I have been looking at the same lampshade for 5 years and it has gathered
Frank liked airplanes. He lent me all his pulp magazines about World War 1. The best was Flying Aces. The dog-fights were great, the Spads and the Fokkers mixing it. I read all the stor...
I have been hanging here headless for so long that the body has forgotten
After dinner or lunch or whatever it was—with my crazy 12 hour night I was no longer sure what was what—I said, "Look, baby, I’m sorry, but don’t you realize that this job is driving me...
a woman told a man when he got off a plane that I was dead. a magazine printed the fact that I was dead
the old L.A. Public Library burn… down that library downtown and with it went large part of my