#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
yes, it’s dark in here. can’t open the door. can’t open the jam lid. can’t find a pair of socks that ma… was born in Andernach in 1920 and…
John F. Kennedy flower knocks upo… shot through the neck; the gladiolas gather by the dozens… India dripping into Ceylon;
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…
Hugo Wolf went mad while eating a… and writing his 253rd song; it was… April and the worms came out of th… humming Tannhäuser, and he spilled… with his ink, and his blood fell o…
I am in this low—slung sports car painted a deep, rich yellow driving under an Italian sun. I have a British accent. I’m wearing dark shades
“...I’ve seen people in front of their typewriters in such a bind that it would blow their intestine… right out of their assholes if the… were trying to shit.”
I met a genius on the train today about 6 years old, he sat beside me and as the train
the waste of words continues with a stunning persistence as the waiter runs by carrying the… tray
I wait on life like a pregnancy, p… the gut but all I hear now is the piano slamming its teeth throu… brain
I’m soft. I dream too. I let myself dream. I dream of being famous. I dream of walking the streets of London and
I was sitting in my shorts one afternoon a week later. There was a tender little knock on the door. “Just a moment,” I said. I put on a robe and opened the door. “We’re two girls from G...
places to hunt places to hide are getting harder to find, and pet canaries and goldfish too, did you… that?
she drives into the parking lot wh… I am leaning up against the fender… she’s drunk and her eyes are wet w… “you son of a bitch, you fucked me… didn’t want to. you told me to kee…
you know what Li Po said when ask… Artist or Rich? I’d rather be Rich,” he replied,… sitting on the doorsteps of the Rich.”
the essence of the belly like a white balloon sacked is disturbing like the running of feet on the stairs