#AmericanWriters
I found a room on Temple Street in the Filipino district. It was $3.50 a week, upstairs on the second floor. I paid the landlady—a middle-aged blond—a week’s rent. The toilet and tub we...
I was a bum in San Francisco but… to go to a symphony concert along… and the music was good but somethi… audience was not and something about the orchestra
this head like a saucer decorated with everything as lip to lip we hang in mechanical joy; my hands blaze with arias
We were eating meatballs and spaghetti. My problems were always discussed at dinner time. Dinner time was almost always an unhappy time. I didn’t answer my father’s question. “Henry, an...
But there were some good moments. My sometime friend from the neighborhood, Gene, who was a year older than I, had a buddy, Harry Gibson, who had had one professional fight (he’d lost)....
the dream of a man is a whore with a gold tooth and a garter belt, perfumed with false eyebrows
you’ve got to fuck a great many wo… beautiful women and write a few decent love poems. and don’t worry about age and/or freshly-arrived talents.
I didn’t have any friends at school, didn’t want any. I felt better being alone. I sat on a bench and watched the others play and they looked foolish to me. During lunch one day I was a...
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...
I have been looking at the same lampshade for 5 years and it has gathered
beheaded in the middle of the night scratching my sides I am covered with bites kick my white legs out of the shee…
live alone in a small room and read the newspapers and sleep alone in the dark dreaming of crowds.
There was this place. It stretched over the sea, it was built over the sea. An old place, but with a touch of class. We got a room on the first floor. You could hear the ocean running d...
They are building a house half a block down and I sit up here with the shades down listening to the sounds,
women don’t know how to love, she told me. you know how to love but women just want to leech.