#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
the guy in the front court can’t speak English, he’s Greek, a rather stupid-looking and fairly ugly man. now my landlord does some painting…
when God created love he didn’t he… when God created dogs He didn’t h… when God created plants that was a… when God created hate we had a sta… when God created me He created me
watch you walking with your machin… ah, you’re too stupid to be cut li… you’re too stupid to let anything… the girls won’t use their knives o… they don’t want to
no we can’t we can’t win it I’ve decided we can’t win it just for a while we thought we cou… but that was just for a while
The next day was Saturday and Debra cooked us breakfast. “Are you coming antique hunting with us today?” We ate in silence for a while, then she said, “I liked your reading at The Lance...
once we were young at this machine. . . drinking
light brown stare that dumb blank marvelous light brown stare I’ll take care of it.
the lilies storm my brain by god by god like nazi storm troopers! do you think I’m going tizzy?
a girlfriend came in built me a bed scrubbed and waxed the kitchen flo… scrubbed the walls vacuumed
a house with 7 or 8 people living in it getting up the rent. there’s a stereo never used and a set of bongos
Bach, I said, he had 20 children. he played the horses during the da… he f—ed at night and drank in the mornings. he wrote music in between.
Phillipe ’s is an old time cafe off Alameda street just a little north and east of the main post office. Phillipe’s opens at 5 a.m.
“your poems about the girls will s… 50 years from now when the girls a… my editor phones me. dear editor: the girls appear to be gone
re-reading some of Fante’s The Wine of Youth in bed this mid-afternoon my big cat
The boys on Dorsey station didn’t know my problems. I’d enter through the back way each night, hide my sweater in a tray and walk in to get my timecard: We had a game going, the black-w...