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You Get Me Closer To God
While reading Henry Miller, I’m always amazed at how he uses sex not as a plot point, but something more akin to a time out. As Miller plods along through his memoir-as-a-novel catalogue – sex is prevalent throughout. Yet, the books aren’t about who he fucked (Cliff Note’s version: everyone), they are more about the [...]
like a madman pursued by phantoms
Henry Miller – Sexus. Grove Press 1949.
No Direction Home
Recently, I was told I was going to receive a special honor from my alma mater, and I started reflecting on my career, which ultimately started thinking about all the people that have helped me in my life. I can’t say that I am not at the benefit of some amazing people, but as I [...]
But she breaks just like a little girl…..
Nobody feels any pain Tonight as I stand inside the rain Ev’rybody knows That Baby’s got new clothes But lately I see her ribbons and her bows Have fallen from her curls She takes just like a woman, yes, she does She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does And she aches just [...]
Back to the Muse
It’s mid-January and I’ve spent the early afternoon huddled in an East Village coffee shop. An avenue away, on the Bowery, march the ghosts of idols passed: musicians, poets, philosophers whose words have served as the requisite muse that young people with even an ounce of creative yearnings dream about. As I enter the fourth [...]
