#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
64 days and nights in that place, chemotherapy, antibiotics, blood running into the catheter. leukemia.
listen, man, don’t tell me about t… sent, we didn’t receive them, we are very careful with manuscrip… we bake them burn them
kool enough to die but not kill I take my doctor’s green pill drink tea as the sharks swim through vases o…
I met her somehow through correspo… and she began sending me very sexy… and this being mixed in with a min… confused me somewhat and I got in… through the mountains and valleys…
I remember the Model-T. Sitting high, the running boards seemed friendly, and on cold days, in the mornings, and often at other times, my father had to fit the hand-crank into the front...
It’s never quite right, he said, t… the way the music sounds, the way… written. It’s never quite right, he said, a… taught, all the loves we chase, al…
I made practice runs down to skid row to get ready for my future. I didn’t like what I saw down there. Those men and women had no special daring or brilliance. They wanted what everybod...
I phoned Joyce. “How’s it working with Purple Sti… “What did he do when you told him… “We were sitting across from each… “What happened?”
sitting with the professors we talk about Allen Tate and John Crow Ransom the rugs are clean and the coffeetables shine
dying for a beer dying for and of life on a windy afternoon in Hollywood listening to symphony music from m… on the floor.
Fay was all right with the pregnancy. For an old gal, she was all right. We waited around at our place. Finally the time came. “It won’t be long,” she said. “I don’t want to get there t...
the cockroach crouched against the tile while I was pissing and as I turned my head he hauled his butt
The flies are angry bits of life; why are they so angry? it seems they want more, it seems almost as if they are angry
The reading in Vancouver went through, $500 plus air fare and lodging. The sponsor, Bart Mcintosh, was nervous about crossing the border. I was to fly to Seattle, he’d meet me there and...
sitting on a 2nd-floor porch at 1:… while looking out over the city. could be worse. we needn’t accomplish great things…