#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I was 50 years old and hadn’t been to bed with a woman for four years. I had no women friends. I looked at them as I passed them on the streets or wherever I saw them, but I looked at t...
My father always ran the neighborhood kids away from our house. I was told not to play with them but I walked down the street and watched them anyhow. “Hey, Heinie!” they yelled, “Why d...
self-congratulatory nonsense as th… famous gather to applaud their see… greatness you wonder where
of late I’ve had this thought that this country has gone backwards or 5 de cades
what i liked about e.e. cummings was that he cut away from the holiness of the word and with charm
I met a genius on the train today about 6 years old, he sat beside me and as the train
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...
I can’t have it and you can’t have it and we won’t get it so don’t bet on it
I awakened to dryness and the fern… the potted plants yellow as corn; my woman was gone and the empty bottles like bled co… surrounded me with their uselessne…
During the second and third grades I still didn’t get a chance to play baseball but I knew that somehow I was developing into a player. If I ever got a bat in my hands again I knew I wo...
screen like a burglar to take your… the snake had crawled the hole, and she said, tell me about yourself.
at their best, there is gentleness… some understanding and, at times,… courage but all in all it is a mass, a glo… have too much.
monkey feet small and blue walking toward you as the back of a building falls of… and an airplane chews the white sk…
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
drunk and writing poems at 3 a.m. what counts now is one more tight