Under the Roofs of Paris Tribute to Henry Miller (repost)
Sexus, Nexus, Plexus and Crazy Cock
Under the Roofs of Paris is a coloured drawing of a naked man with a colourful umbrella, which I made
into a gicleé print. ~psp
https://pigshitpoet.livejournal.com/22110.html
New York “that old shithole, New York, where I was born.” - Henry Miller
“I saw a street called Myrtle Avenue,” Miller wrote, “which runs from Borough Hall to Fresh Pond Road, and down
this street no saint ever walked (else it would have crumbled), down this street no miracle ever passed, nor
any poet, nor any species of human genius, nor did any flower ever grow there, nor did the sun strike it
squarely, nor did the rain ever wash it… Dear reader, you must see Myrtle Avenue before you die, if only to
realize how far into the future Dante saw.”
Miller spent 1930-39 in Paris writing about his literary exploits and womanizing.
.
Under the Roofs of Paris is a coloured drawing of a naked man with a colourful umbrella, which I made
into a gicleé print. ~psp
https://pigshitpoet.livejournal.com/22110.html
New York “that old shithole, New York, where I was born.” - Henry Miller
“I saw a street called Myrtle Avenue,” Miller wrote, “which runs from Borough Hall to Fresh Pond Road, and down
this street no saint ever walked (else it would have crumbled), down this street no miracle ever passed, nor
any poet, nor any species of human genius, nor did any flower ever grow there, nor did the sun strike it
squarely, nor did the rain ever wash it… Dear reader, you must see Myrtle Avenue before you die, if only to
realize how far into the future Dante saw.”
Miller spent 1930-39 in Paris writing about his literary exploits and womanizing.
.