#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
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…
So I was surprised when the phone rang a couple of nights later and it was Cassie. “What are you doing, Hank?” She gave me the address, it was either Westwood or West L. A. “I have plen...
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....
a house with 7 or 8 people living in it getting up the rent. there’s a stereo never used and a set of bongos
I was a bum in San Francisco but… to go to a symphony concert along… and the music was good but somethi… audience was not and something about the orchestra
she was in her orange Volks waitin… as I walked up the street with 2 six packs and a pint of sco… and she jumped out and began grabbing the beerbottles…
We are like roses that have never… bloom when we should have bloomed… it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting
half-past nowhere alone in the crumbling tower of myself stumbling in this the
in the center of the action you have to lay down like an anima… until it charges, you have to lay down
the history of melancholia includes all of us. me, I writhe in dirty sheets while staring at blue walls and nothing.
you know what Li Po said when ask… Artist or Rich? I’d rather be Rich,” he replied,… sitting on the doorsteps of the Rich.”
half drunk I left her place her warm blankets and I was hungover didn’t even know what town
in the hospitals I’ve been in you see the crosses on the walls with the thin palm leaves behind t… yellowed and browned it is the signal to accept the ine…
there are worse things than being alone but it often takes decades to realize this and most often
the dream of a man is a whore with a gold tooth and a garter belt, perfumed with false eyebrows