#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
liked D . H. Lawrence he could get so indignant he snapped and he ripped with wonderfully energetic sentenc… he could lay the word down
Just give me a little atomic bomb Not too mutch just a little Enough to kill a horse in the stre… But there aren’t any horses in the… Enough to knock the flowers from a…
at their best, there is gentleness… some understanding and, at times,… courage but all in all it is a mass, a glo… have too much.
like in a chair the color of the s… as you listen to lazy piano music and the aircraft overhead are not at war. where the last drink is as good as
this poet he’d been drinking 2 or 3 days and he walked out on the stage and looked at that audience and he just knew he was going to do it. there was a grand piano on stage and he walke...
“what?” they say, “you got a computer?” it’s like I have sold out to the enemy. I had no idea so many
I am watching a girl dressed in a light green sweater, blue shorts,… there is a necklace of some sort but her breasts are small, poor th… and she watches her nails
terror finally becomes almost bearable but never quite terror creeps like a cat crawls like a cat
call it the greenhouse effect or w… but it just doesn’t rain like it u… I particularly remember the rains… depression era. there wasn’t any money but there w…
Mongolian coasts shining in light, listen to the pulse of the sun, the tiger is the same to all of us and high oh so high on the branch
know. I know. they are limited, have different needs and concerns. but I watch and learn from them.
my moustache is pasted-on and my wig and my eyebrows and even my eyes... then something stuns me... the lampshades swing, I hear
re-reading some of Fante’s The Wine of Youth in bed this mid-afternoon my big cat
around 2 a.m. in my small room after turning off the poem machine for now
well, first Mae West died and then George Raft, and Eddie G. Robinson’s been gone long time,