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Monthly Archives: July 2016
When is it Life? Part 3. Final Part: “Life Presents Itself”
Something is wrong with Henry Miller, as he wanders Broadway, lost, unable to write. This is what we’re really seeing when Miller gives us his picture of impersonal Broadway. Broadway reflects Miller himself: inhuman, sleepwalking, living dead, an abyss for … Continue reading
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Tagged books, Guy Debord, Henry Miller, James Joyce, Tropic of Capricorn, Ulysses
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When is it Life? Part 2: Miller at Epidaurus
A day for relaxation, spent reading The Colossus of Maroussi by Henry Miller. I’m in a pleasant, empty bar where I can drink wheat beer as I sink into a comfortable chair, absorbed. “The road to Epidaurus is like the … Continue reading
When is it Life? Part 1: Henry Miller on Broadway
Henry Miller is looking around at Broadway, all the people not themselves but one great mass “cackling with a thousand different human tongues, cursing, applauding, whistling, crooning, soliloquising, orating, gesticulating . . .” Each of these individual persons is alive, … Continue reading