#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
and so we suck on a cigar and a beer attempting to mend the love
Lydia liked parties. And Harry was a party-giver. So we were on our way to Harry Ascot’s. Harry was the editor of Retort, a little magazine. His wife wore long see-through dresses, show...
Then I developed a new system at the racetrack. I pulled in $3,000 in a month and a half while only going to the track two or three times a week. I began to dream. I saw a little house ...
turmoil is the god madness is the god permanent living peace is permanent living death. agony can kill
the boys come up the boys climb up the brown pole as the waterheater gurgles in Spanish
hooray say the roses, today is bla… and we are red as blood. hooray say the roses, today is Wed… and we bloom wher soldiers fell and lovers too,
too much too little too fat too thin or nobody.
225 days under grass and you know more than I. they have long taken your blood, you are a dry stick in a basket. is this how it works?
Back at Chelsey High it was the same. One group of seniors had graduated but they were replaced by another group of seniors with sports cars and expensive clothes. I was never confronte...
But there were some good moments. My sometime friend from the neighborhood, Gene, who was a year older than I, had a buddy, Harry Gibson, who had had one professional fight (he’d lost)....
I’m not going to die easy; I’ve sat on your suicide beds in some of the worst holes in America,
the soldiers march without guns the graves are empty peacocks glide in the rain down stairways march great men smi… there is food enough and rent enou…
I went to this place to see a movi… on tv Alexander the Great, and here come the armies ta ta ta
here they come these guys grey truck radio playing they are in a hurry
the dead dogs of nowhere bark as you approach another traffic accident. cars one standing on its