#AmericanWriters
But there were some good moments. My sometime friend from the neighborhood, Gene, who was a year older than I, had a buddy, Harry Gibson, who had had one professional fight (he’d lost)....
almost dawn blackbirds on the telephone wire waiting as I eat yesterday’s forgotten sandwich
it sits outside my window now like and old woman going to market… it sits and watches me, it sweats nevously through wire and fog and dog—bark
I am hung by a nail the sun melts my heart I am cousin to the snake
people went into vacant lots and pulled up greens to cook and the men rolled Bull Durham or smoked Wings (10 a pack) and the dogs were thin and the cats were thin and the cats learned h...
and the subnormal. all through grammar school junior high high school junior college
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.
after the slaughter house there was a bar around the corner and I sat in there and watched the sun go down through the window,
30 dogs, 20 men on 20 horses and o… and look here, they write, you are a dupe for the state, the… you are in the ego-dream, read your history, study the monet…
boy, don’t come around here tellin… can’t cut it, that they’re pitching you low and insid… they are conspiring against you, that all you want is a chance but…
There were continual fights. The teachers didn’t seem to know anything about them. And there was always trouble when it rained. Any boy who brought an umbrella to school or wore a rainc...
they talk down through the centuries to us, and this we need more and more, the statues and paintings in midnight age
Sam the whorehouse man has squeaky shoes and he walks up and down the court squeaking and talking to
Bruckner wasn’t bad even though he got down on his knees and proclaimed Wagner the master.
at one stage in my life I met a man who claimed to have visited Pound at St. Elizabeths. then I met a woman who not only claimed to have visited