He thought he might as well. There's really only one question.What's that?Did God really kill Himself?Leanna wasn't smiling now. She was staring at him, but softly.Who are you? she asked him.Whatever...
He didn’t like having to start the fire again, that was the source of this small sadness. You get tired of these endless beginnings.
For his part he sensed with despair that he wouldn’t come, no matter how long they kept at it. But this activity made him happy, he could stand here all night and offer pleasure to this other human be...
Employment in the Small BookstoreTwelve Poems, 1975The dust is almost motionlessin this narrowness, this stillness,yet how unlike a coffinit is, sometimes letting a live one in,sometimes outand the ai...
Does everything you touch turn to shit? Does this happen to you every time?No wonder they call me Fuckhead.It's a name that's going to stick.
Cherry Loot told Sergeant Burke, I’m gonna make the best of this fuck-a-monkey show. Don’t mean fuck to me if it’s illegal, unjustified, and sinful. Today we’re heroes, tomorrow we’re the Nazis. You n...
But come to California. Come to these canyons if you want to be driven by sacredness into the air. If you dream of the true, clear silences, if you want those silences to sing - come to California.
Are you hearing unusual sounds or voices? the doctor asked.
All night the dreamer travels in this region and doesn’t realize he’s asleep. The differences between the logic of that world and the logic of this waking one are vast. But they feel the same. And isn...
We’d torn open our chests and shown our cowardly hearts, and you can never stay friends after something like that
We stared at him and felt like old maids. He, on the other hand, was the bride of Death.
WE'RE ON THE CUTTING EDGE OF REALITY ITSELF. RIGHT WHERE IT TURNS INTO A DREAM
Three Rules To Write ByWrite naked. That means to write what you would never say.Write in blood. As if ink is so precious you can’t waste it.Write in exile as if you are never going to get home again,...
Think of being curled up and floating in a darkness. Even if you could think, even if you had an imagination, would you ever imagine its opposite, this miraculous world the Asian Taoists call the Ten...
They ran a few syringesful into me, and I felt like I’d turned from a light, Styrofoam thing into a person. I held up my hands before my eyes. The hands were as still as a sculpture’s.
The women were blank, shining areas with photographs of sad girls floating in them.
The movie’s not over till everybody’s dead.
The appeal was obvious, the cleanly geometry, the assurances of physical ballistics, the organic richness of the wooden lanes and the mute servitude of the machines that raised the pins and swept away...
THE PEOPLE'S THIRST FOR FREEDOM HAS DRIVEN US TO DRINK BAD WATER.
She was resting at a table between numbers in the Greek nightclub where she was dancing. A little of the stage light touched her. She was very frail. She seemed to be thinking about something far away...