Chaos is the score upon which reality is written. --Henry Miller Powered by Zoundry Raven

Louis-Ferdinand Céline's influence on North American writers makes for a fascinating case study in literary influence. Is Céline a "strong poet" whose anxiety of influence has been felt on this side...previous work on Céline includes Sources et citations dans "Bagatelles pour un massacre" (1987) and a special issue of South Atlantic Quarterly, coedited with Philippe Roussin, "Céline, USA" (1994).

Louis-Ferdinand Céline's influence on North American writers makes for a fascinating case study in literary influence. Is Céline a "strong poet" whose anxiety of influence has been felt on this side...previous work on Céline includes Sources et citations dans "Bagatelles pour un massacre" (1987) and a special issue of South Atlantic Quarterly, coedited with Philippe Roussin, "Céline, USA" (1994).

"DON'T TRY" is written on the tombstone of Charles Bukowski .  This phrase is the mission statement of my blogging process. So many blogs are purely informational you drown in text, drown in the seething...say the word, any time you let rip. Life is four hundred and forty horsepower in a two-cylinder engine...." The New Paradigm is NOW.  Let's work together, effortlessly and with illuminated hearts.

"I love everything that flows," said the great blind Milton of our times. I was thinking of him this morning when I woke with a great bloody shout of joy: I was thinking of his rivers and trees and all... does not avail, nor do the stag's swift limbs. After his long search for a landing place, the bird with weary wings collapses seaward. - Ovid, Metamorphoses , Book 1 (Translated by Bernard Knox)

“Enjoy life. Intoxicate yourself with life. Describe it. Do not comment on it, or draw false conclusions.” Fine advice via Anaïs Nin in a letter to Henry Miller. Its easier said than done for myself...happen all at once for me rather than at intervals, like normal people. I'm pretty sure I may just get the big art exhibit, a job that pays the bills, and the person of my dreams all in one afternoon

"I love everything that flows," said the great blind Milton of our times. I was thinking of him this morning when I awoke with a great bloody shout of joy: I was thinking of his rivers and trees and...with time, to merge the great image of the beyond with the here and now. A fatuous, suicidal wish that is constipated by words and paralyzed by thought. --Henry Miller, Tropic of Capricorn

At night when I look at Boris’ goatee lying on the pillow I get hysterical. O Tania, where now is that warm cunt of yours, those fat, heavy garters, those soft, bulging thighs? There is a bone in my prick...ass off, as she's reading these. Unless you read these when you get back. And feel damn sorry you weren't here to experience this first hand. Am I being too presumptuous? Oh, blame Henry Miller, really

A WOMANS BODY (I) ~ according to Henry Miller Foto de Caryn Drexl Right-click link to open page in new window: http://xupacabras.weblog.com.pt/arquivo/fotos_de_corposnudes_photos/ Tropic of Capricorn...saturated through and through with man, a live planet expressing itself falteringly and stutteringly; ] Right-click link to open page in new window: http://www.fictionwise.com/ebooks/eBook21890.htm