#AmericanWriters
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...
she writes continually like a long nozzle spraying the air,
they’d come around and they’d ask “you finished your 2nd novel yet?” “no.”
my mother knocked on my rooming-ho… and came in looked in the dresser drawer: Henry you don’t have any clean stockings?
That night I gave another bad reading. I didn’t care. They didn’t care. If John Cage could get one thousand dollars for eating an apple, I’d accept $500 plus air fare for being a lemon....
one of Lorca’s best lines is, “agony, always agony ...” think of this when you
he talks like he writes and he has a face like a dove, unt… externals. little shiver of horror runs throu… about
there he is: not too many hangovers not too many fights with women not too many flat tires never a thought of suicide
I wait on life like a pregnancy, p… the gut but all I hear now is the piano slamming its teeth throu… brain
my father was a practical man. he had an idea. you see, my son, he said, I can pay for this house in my lif… then it’s mine.
your life is your life don’t let it be clubbed into dank… be on the watch. there are ways out. there is a light somewhere.
all I’ve ever known are whores, ex… madwomen. I see men with quiet, gentle women—I see them in the sup… I see them walking down the street… I see them in their apartments: pe…
I have been looking at the same lampshade for 5 years and it has gathered
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
I keep thinking it will be outside now waiting for me blue front bumper twisted