#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
red-eyed and dizzy as I the bird came flying all the way from Egypt at 5 o’clock in the morning, and Maria almost stumbled on her s…
she’s from Texas and weighs 103 pounds and stands before the mirror combing oceans of reddish hair
she sits on the floor going through a cardboard box reading me love letters I have wri… while her 4 year old daughter lies… wrapped in a pink blanket and
the canaries were there, and the l… and the old woman with warts; and I was there, a child and I touched the piano keys as they talked—
went for a walk on Hollywood Boul… looked down and there was a large… walking beside me. his pace was exactly the same as m… we stopped at traffic signals toge…
Mongolian coasts shining in light, listen to the pulse of the sun, the tiger is the same to all of us and high oh so high on the branch
“your poems about the girls will s… 50 years from now when the girls a… my editor phones me. dear editor: the girls appear to be gone
I was always a natural slob I liked to lay upon the bed in undershirt (stained, of course) (and with cigarette holes)
a poem is a city filled with stree… filled with saints, heroes, beggar… filled with banality and booze, filled with rain and thunder and p… drought, a poem is a city at war,
with old cars, especially when you… and drive them for many years a love affair is inevitable: you even learn to accept their little
The guide took us all over the building. There were so many of us that they had to break us up into groups. We used the elevator in shifts. We were shown the employee’s cafeteria, the b...
Then I was called down to personnel at the old Federal Build– ing. They let me sit the usual 45 minutes or hour and one half. The man walked me back to a desk. There sat this woman. She...
I hear them outside: “does he always type this late?” “no, it’s very unusual.” “he shouldn’t type this
they called Céline a Nazi they called Pound a fascist they called Hamsun a Nazi and a f… they put Dostoevsky in front of a… squad
half-past nowhere alone in the crumbling tower of myself stumbling in this the