#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
My mother went to her low-paying job each morning and my father, who didn’t have a job, left each morning too. Although most of the neighbors were unemployed he didn’t want them to thin...
I saw her when I was in the left… going east on Sunset. she was sitting with her legs crossed reading a paperback.
We got back to 1010. I had my check. I’d left word that we didn’t want to be disturbed. Tammie and I sat drinking. I’d read 5 or 6 love poems about her. “They knew who I was,” she said....
Back in L.A., there was almost a week of peace. Then the phone rang. It was the owner of a Manhattan Beach nightclub, Marty Seavers. I had read there a couple of times before. The club ...
at one stage in my life I met a man who claimed to have visited Pound at St. Elizabeths. then I met a woman who not only claimed to have visited
yesterday drunken Alice gave me a jar of fig jam and today she whistles
the droll noon where squadrons of worms creep up like stripteasers to be raped by blackbirds. I go outside
he walks up to my Volks after I have parked and rocks it back and forth grinning around his
if you’re a man, Los Angeles is w… battle; or if you’re a woman, and… the rest, you sail it against a mo… when you grow grey you can hide in… in a mansion so nobody can see how…
The next day Katherine phoned me. She said she had the tickets and would be landing at L.A. International Friday at 2:30 pm. “Katherine,” I said, “there’s something I’ve got to tell you...
The subs themselves made Jonstone possible by obeying his impossible orders. I couldn’t see how a man of such obvious cruelty could be allowed to have his position. The regulars didn’t ...
the strong men the muscle men there they sit down at the beach cocoa tans
the vultures at the zoo (all three of them) sit very quietly in their caged tree and below
you just don’t know how to do it, you know that, and you can’t do a lot of other useful things either. it’s the fault of the
the boy walks with his muddy feet… soul talking about recitals, virtuosi,… the lesser known novels of Dostoev… talking about how he corrected a w…