#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
places to hunt places to hide are getting harder to find, and pet canaries and goldfish too, did you… that?
they’re not going to let you sit at a front table at some cafe in Europe in the mid-afternoon sun. you do, somebody’s going to
light brown stare that dumb blank marvelous light brown stare I’ll take care of it.
you haven’t lived until you’ve been in a flophouse with nothing but one light bulb
in the center of the action you have to lay down like an anima… until it charges, you have to lay down
I took Tammie. We got there a little early and went to a bar across the street. We got a table. “Now don’t drink too much, Hank. You know how you slur your words and miss your lines whe...
live alone in a small room and read the newspapers and sleep alone in the dark dreaming of crowds.
terrible arguments. and, at last, lying peacefully on her large bed which is spread in red with cool patterns o…
I feel gypped by dunces as if reality were the property of little men with luck and a headstart, and I sit in the cold
the weather is hot on the back of… which is down at Finkelstein’s who is gifted with 3 balls but no heart, but you’ve got to un… when the bull goes down
That night I managed to get 2 or 3 drinks into Cecelia. She forgot herself and crossed her legs high and I saw some good heavy flank. Durable. A cow of a woman, cow’s breasts, cow’s eye...
I’ve come by, she says, to tell yo… that this is it. I’m not kidding,… over. this is it. I sit on the couch watching her ar… her long red hair before my bedroo…
16 years old during the depression I’d come home drunk and all my clothing— shorts, shirts, stockings—
is an orange animal with hand grenades fire power
maybe I’ll win the Irish Sweepsta… maybe I’ll go nuts maybe Harcourt Brace will call or maybe unemployment insurance or rich lesbian at the top of a hill.