#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
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
64 days and nights in that place, chemotherapy, antibiotics, blood running into the catheter. leukemia.
he used to sell papers in front: Get your winners! Get rich on a d… and about the 3rd or 4th race you’d see him rolling in on his ro… with roller skates underneath.
“you know,” she said, “you were at the bar so you didn’t see but I danced with this guy. we danced and we danced close.
one of the terrible things is really being in bed night after night with a woman you no longer
he spoke to mice and sparrows and his hair was white at the age… his father beat him every day and… lit candles in the church. his grandmother came while the boy…
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
The 5th grade was a little better. The other students seemed less hostile and I was growing larger physically. I still wasn’t chosen for the homeroom teams but I was threatened less. Da...
Slipping keenly into bright ashes, target of vanilla tears your sure body lit candles for men on dark nights, and now your night is darker
at the track today, Father’s Day, each paid admission was entitled to a wallet and each contained a
they called Céline a Nazi they called Pound a fascist they called Hamsun a Nazi and a f… they put Dostoevsky in front of a… squad
Hugo Wolf went mad while eating a… and writing his 253rd song; it was… April and the worms came out of th… humming Tannhäuser, and he spilled… with his ink, and his blood fell o…
the drifting of the mind. the slow loss, the leaking away. one’s demise is not very interesti… from my bed I watch 3 birds throug… one coal black, one dark brown, th…
in the hospitals and jails it’s the worst in madhouses it’s the worst in penthouses
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 ...