#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
the swans drown in bilge water, take down the signs, test the poisons, barricade the cow from the bull,
the best often die by their own ha… just to get away, and those left behind can never quite understand why anybody
Four or five days passed. The phone rang. It was Tammie. “Listen, Hank. You know that little bridge you cross in your car when you drive to my mother’s place?” “Well, right by there the...
Abe Mortenson was had enough to be around but he was just a fool. You can forgive a fool because he only runs in one direction and doesn’t deceive anybody. It’s the deceivers who make y...
big black beard tells me that I don’t feel terror I look at him
he said, “I was working in Hollyw… working in Hollywood and he was the worst: he was too drunk to sta… end of the afternoon and so I had… into a taxi
no way back to Barcelona. the green soldiers have invaded th… madmen rule Spain and during a heat wave in 1952 I b… no way back to the Rock of Gibral…
this one always arrives at the wrong time a basically good sort I suppose an honest man
To end up alone in a tomb of a room without cigarettes or wine— just a lightbulb
they’d come around and they’d ask “you finished your 2nd novel yet?” “no.”
she sits up there drinking wine while her husband is at work. she puts quite
I had been corresponding with a lady in San Francisco for several months. Her name was Liza Weston and she survived by giving dance lessons, including ballet, in her own studio. She was...
one of the terrible things is really being in bed night after night with a woman you no longer
you know I sat on the same barstool in Phi… 5 years I drank canned heat and the cheape… I was beaten in alleys by well-fed…
and the subnormal. all through grammar school junior high high school junior college