#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
the droll noon where squadrons of worms creep up like stripteasers to be raped by blackbirds. I go outside
sometimes after you get your ass kicked real good by the forces you often wish you were a crane standing on one leg in blue water
There were times when Frank and I were friendly with Chuck, Eddie and Gene. But something would always happen (usually I caused it) and then I would be out, and Frank would be partly ou...
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 don’t beat the walls with my fis… I just sit but it rushes in a tide of it. the woman in the court behind me h…
I’m soft. I dream too. I let myself dream. I dream of being famous. I dream of walking the streets of London and
bluebird there’s a bluebird in my heart tha… wants to get out but I’m too tough for him, say, stay in there, I’m not going
“what?” they say, “you got a computer?” it’s like I have sold out to the enemy. I had no idea so many
once we were young at this machine. . . drinking
no we can’t we can’t win it I’ve decided we can’t win it just for a while we thought we cou… but that was just for a while
listening to Wagner as outside in the dark the wind bl… trees wave and shake lights go off and on the walls creak and the… bed...
do not b other the beagle lying th… away from grass and flowers and pa… dreaming dogdreams, or perhaps dre… nothing, as men do awake; yes, leave him be, in that simple…
To end up alone in a tomb of a room without cigarettes or wine— just a lightbulb
she only fucks the ones she doesn’… to marry. to the others she says you’ve got to marry me. or maybe she just fucks the ones s…
One night I was assigned to the stool next to Butchner. He didn’t stick any mail. He just sat there. And talked. A young girl came in and sat down at the end of the aisle. I heard Butch...