#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
the blue pencil of the wave shots of yellow road a steering wheel an insane woman sitting next to you
here I am in the ground my mouth open and
I took Tanya to the airport the next afternoon. We had a drink in the same bar. The high-yellow wasn’t around; all that leg was with somebody else. “No. You love sex and there’s nothing...
live alone in a small room and read the newspapers and sleep alone in the dark dreaming of crowds.
I only met one student at City College that I liked, Robert Becker. He wanted to be a writer. “I’m going to learn everything there is to learn about writing. It will be like taking a ca...
Lydia and I were always fighting. She was a flirt and it irritated me. When we ate out I was sure she was eyeballing some man across the room. When my male friends came by to visit and ...
A couple of nights later Becker walked in. I guess my parents gave him my address or he located me through the college. I had my name and address listed with the employment division at ...
we fought for 17 days inside that… thrusting and counter-thrusting but finally she got away and I walked outside and spit
Hugo Wolf went mad while eating a… and writing his 253rd song; it was… April and the worms came out of th… humming Tannhäuser, and he spilled… with his ink, and his blood fell o…
red face Texas and age he’s at an L.A. racetrack
A week later I was driving down Hollywood Boulevard with Lydia. A weekly entertainment newspaper published in California at that time had asked me to write an article on the life of the...
Lydia had two children; Tonto, a boy of 8, and Lisa, the little girl of 5 who had interrupted our first fuck. We were together at the table one night eating dinner. Things were going we...
well, first Mae West died and then George Raft, and Eddie G. Robinson’s been gone long time,
takes lot of desperation dissatisfaction and
Thanks for the good letter. I don’t think it hurts, sometimes, to remember where you came from. You know the places where I came from. Even the people who try to write about that or mak...