#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
Marina Louise, Fay named the child. So there it was, Marina Louise Chinaski. In the crib by the window. Looking up at the tree leafs and bright designs whirling on the ceiling. Then she...
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…
Sunday, I am eating a grapefruit, church is over at the… Orthadox to the west. she is dark
call it the greenhouse effect or w… but it just doesn’t rain like it u… I particularly remember the rains… depression era. there wasn’t any money but there w…
I wait on life like a pregnancy, p… the gut but all I hear now is the piano slamming its teeth throu… brain
here they come these guys grey truck radio playing they are in a hurry
this guy he’s got a crazy eye and he’s brown a dark brown from the sun the Hollywood and Western sun
the rag. she sat there, glooming. I couldn’t do anything with her. it was raining. she got up and left.
I read last Saturday in the redwoods outside of Santa Cruz and I was about 3/4's finished when I heard a long high scream and a quite attractive
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
Cecelia sat and watched us drink. I could see that I repulsed her. I ate meat. I had no god. I liked to fuck. Nature didn’t interest me. I never voted. I liked wars. Outer space bored m...
I began receiving letters from a girl in New York City. Her name was Mindy. She had run across a couple of my books, but the best thing about her letters was that she seldom mentioned w...
ask the sidewalk painters of Paris ask the sunlight on a sleeping dog ask the 3 pigs ask the paperboy ask the music of Donizetti
I suppose so. I was living in an attic in Phila… it became very hot in the summer a… bars. I didn’t have any money and… I put a small ad in the paper and…
if I suffer at this typewriter think how I’d feel among the lettuce-pickers of Salinas?