#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
remember, he told me, that when I… years old my mother was always tak… to the doctor and saying, “he hasn… she was always asking me, “have yo… pooped?”
they say that nothing is wasted: either that or it all is.
I finally, got a day off, and you know what I did? I got up early before Joyce got back in and I went down to the market to do a little shopping, and maybe I was crazy. I walked through...
he talked about Steinbeck and Tho… wrote like a cross between the two… and I lived in a hotel on Figuero… close to the bars and he lived further uptown in a s…
my goldfish stares with watery eye… into the hemisphere of my sorrow; upon the thinnest of threads we hang together, hang hang hang
was a truly amazing man he pretended to be rich even though we lived on beans and… when we sat down to eat, he said,
at the window I watch a man with a power mower the sounds of his doing race like flies and bees
Julio came by with his guitar and… latest song. Julio was famous, he wrote songs a… published books of little drawings… poems.
My father always ran the neighborhood kids away from our house. I was told not to play with them but I walked down the street and watched them anyhow. “Hey, Heinie!” they yelled, “Why d...
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 balance is preserved by the sn… the Santa Monica cliffs; the luck is in walking down Wester… and having the girls in a massage parlor holler at you, “Hello, Swe…
as the spirit wanes the form
I was always a natural slob I liked to lay upon the bed in undershirt (stained, of course) (and with cigarette holes)
I always wanted to ball Henry Miller, she said, but by the time I got there it was too late. damn it, I said, you girls
“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.