#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
my friend William is a fortunate m… he lacks the imagination to suffer he kept his first job his first wife can drive a car 50,000 miles
hey, said my friend, I want you to… Hangdog Harry, he reminds me of y… and I said, all right, and we went… this cheap hotel. old men sitting around watching
a poem is a city filled with stree… filled with saints, heroes, beggar… filled with banality and booze, filled with rain and thunder and p… drought, a poem is a city at war,
look there. the one you considered killing you… for. you saw her the other day getting out of her car
what is it about lobsters and crab… those white-pink shells that always make me hungry just looking at them there in the butcher’s display case
the cops want me to come down and… some guy who tried to rape me. I’ve lost the key to my car again;… the key to open the door but not t… to start it.
The war was going very well in Europe, for Hitler. Most of the students weren’t very vocal on the matter. But the instructors were, they were almost all left-wing and anti-German. There...
I used to hold my social security… up in the air, he told me, but I was so small they couldn’t see it,
the pleasures of the damned are limited to brief moments of happiness: like the eyes in the look of a dog… like a square of wax,
drinking 15 dollar champagne— Cordon Rouge—with the hookers. one is named Georgia and she doesn’t like pantyhose: I keep helping her pull up
a woman, a tire that’s flat, a disease, a desire: fears in front of you, fears that hold so still
Back at Chelsey High it was the same. One group of seniors had graduated but they were replaced by another group of seniors with sports cars and expensive clothes. I was never confronte...
I’ve watched this city burn twice in my lifetime and the most notable event was the reaction of the politicians in the
it was Philly and the bartender sa… what and I said, gimme a draft, J… got to get the nerves straight, I’… going to look for a job. you, he s… a job?
murder the roaches spit out paper clips and the helicopter circles and cir… smelling for blood