#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
one of Lorca’s best lines is, “agony, always agony ...” think of this when you
they’d come around and they’d ask “you finished your 2nd novel yet?” “no.”
a woman told a man when he got off a plane that I was dead. a magazine printed the fact that I was dead
stuck in the rain on the freeway,… these are the lucky ones, these ar… dutifully employed, most with thei… as possible as they try not to thi… this is our new civilization: as m…
screen like a burglar to take your… the snake had crawled the hole, and she said, tell me about yourself.
she writes: you’ll be moaning and groaning in your poems about how I fucked those 2 guys last week.
Van Gogh cut off his ear gave it to a prostitute who flung it away in extreme
great writer remains in bed shades down doesn’t want to see anyone doesn’t want to write anymore doesn’t want to try anymore;
this kid used to teach at Kansas… then they moved him out he went to a bean factory then he and his wife moved to the… she got a job and worked while
the Mexican dancer shook her fans… me and her ass at me, I didn’t ask her to and my woman got mad and ran out of th… it began raining and you could hea…
call it th e green house effect or… but it just doesn’t rain like it used to. particularly remember the rains of… depression era.
they don’t make it the beautiful die in flame— suicide pills, rat poison, rope, w… ever... they rip their arms off,
I hear them outside: “does he always type this late?” “no, it’s very unusual.” “he shouldn’t type this
man, he said, sitting on the steps your car sure needs a wash and wax… I can do it for you for 5 bucks, I got the wax, I got the rags, I… I need.
the lilies storm my brain by god by god like nazi storm troopers! do you think I’m going tizzy?