Gargoyle 37/38Cover Photo of Louise BrooksPublished 1/1/1990
drunkenness can have its advantages, like now, sitting alone in
room, one a.m. from the window I can see the lights of the city,
some of them, and I look at them and become conscious of my
feet, my back, my neck, and a small turning in the mind: being
70 gives a long look back: the cities, the women, the jobs, the
times and the bad and it seems very odd to still be alive, puffing
a cigarette, then lifting this tall-stemmed wine glass while there is
a wife downstairs who says she loves me, and there are 5 cats,
my radio is blasting Bach.
drunkenness can have its advantages: I feel as if I have passed
5,000 wars but now there are just these walls holding me together
there are 2 Henry Miller paintings downstairs.
I look back through my life and I do suppose that the most
thing I ever imagined was that I was a tough guy–I never could
worth a fucking lick, I only thought I could and it cost me many
but drunkenness can have its advantages: one a.m. confessionals
the bartering hordes.