#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
she writes: you’ll be moaning and groaning in your poems about how I fucked those 2 guys last week.
my father was a practical man. he had an idea. you see, my son, he said, I can pay for this house in my lif… then it’s mine.
“It’s the manager, Freddy. He has started whistling this song. He’s whistling it when I come in in the morning and he never stops, and he’s whistling it when I go home at night. It’s be...
It was another Sunday that we got into the Model-T in search of my Uncle John. “He has no ambition,” said my father. “I don’t see how he can hold his god-damned head up and look people ...
like the fox run with the hunted and if I’m not the happiest man on earth
This is advance notice that it is proposed to suspend you from duty without pay for 3 days or to take such other disciplinary action as may be determined to be appropriate. The proposed...
I’ll settle for the 6 horse on a rainy afternoon a paper cup of coffee in my hand a little way to go,
she drives into the parking lot wh… I am leaning up against the fender… she’s drunk and her eyes are wet w… “you son of a bitch, you fucked me… didn’t want to. you told me to kee…
naked in that bright light the four horse falls and throws a 112-pound boy into the hooves
death wants more death, and its we… I remember my father’s garage, how… I would brush the corpses of flies from the windows they thought were… their sticky, ugly, vibrant bodies
there are worse things than being alone but it often takes decades to realize this and most often
as the spirit wanes the form
“what?” they say, “you got a computer?” it’s like I have sold out to the enemy. I had no idea so many
what i liked about e.e. cummings was that he cut away from the holiness of the word and with charm
consistency is terrific: shark-mouth grubby interior with an almost perfect body, long blazing hair—