#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
there are many single women in the… with one or two or three children and one wonders where the husbands have gone or where the lovers have gone
was much easier to be a genius in… only 3 or 4 literary magazines and… or 5 times you could end up in Ger… you could possibly meet Picasso fo… maybe only Miró.
in the Valkerie Mountains among the strutting peacocks I found a flower as large as my head
Bach, I said, he had 20 children. he played the horses during the da… he f—ed at night and drank in the mornings. he wrote music in between.
I’d tell them to have an unhappy l… affair, hemorrhoids, bad teeth and to drink cheap wine, avoid opera and golf and chess, to keep switching the head of thei…
Some say we should keep personal r… poem, stay abstract, and there is some r… but jezus; twelve poems gone and I don’t keep…
he buys 5 cars a month, details th… them out, then resells them at a profit of one or… he has a nice Jewish wife and he t… bangs her until the walls shake.
they get up on their garage roof both of them 80 or 90 years old standing on the slant she wanting to fall really all the way
do not b other the beagle lying th… away from grass and flowers and pa… dreaming dogdreams, or perhaps dre… nothing, as men do awake; yes, leave him be, in that simple…
not much chance, completely cut loose from purpose, he was a young man riding a bus
like the fox run with the hunted and if I’m not the happiest man on earth
I got lucky the next day. They called my name. It was a different doctor. I stripped down. He turned a hot white light on me and looked me over. I was sitting on the edge of the examina...
Well, I took the scheme sheet and I related everything to sex and age. This guy lived in this house with 3 women. He belt-whipped one (her name was the name of the street and her age th...
The first thing I remember is being under something. It was a table, I saw a table leg, I saw the legs of the people, and a portion of the tablecloth hanging down. It was dark under the...
it was up in San Francisco after my poetry reading. it had been a nice crowd I had gotten my money I had this place upstairs