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The Greatest Living Author, Karl Shapiro, 1960 - v.
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Henry Miller'ı yaşayan en büyük yazar olarak adlandırıyorum çünkü öyle olduğunu düşünüyorum. Ona şair demiyorum çünkü hiç şiir yazmadı; hatta şiirden bile hoşlanmıyor sanırım. Ancak yazdığı her şey, kelimenin en iyi ve en geniş anlamıyla bir şiirdir.Grove PressKitabı okudu
One thing I know, that at the recollection of these words I suddenly realized the impossibility of ever revealing to her that Paris which I had gotten to know, the Paris whose *arrondissements* are undefined, a Paris that has never existed except by virtue of my loneliness, my hunger for her. Such a huge Paris! It would take a lifetime to explore it again. This Paris, to which I alone had the key, hardly lends itself to a tour, even with the best of intentions; it is a Paris that has to be lived, that has to be experienced each day in a thousand different forms of torture, a Paris that grows inside you like a cancer, and grows and grows until you are eaten away by it.
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I call him Joe be cause he calls me Joe. When Carl is with us he is Joe too. Everybody is Joe because it's easier that way. It's also a pleasant reminder not to take yourself too seriously.
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I am living at the Villa Borghese. There is not a crumb of dirt anywhere, nor a chair misplaced. We’re all alone here and we are dead.
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The Greatest Living Author, Karl Shapiro, 1960 - xv.
Morally I regard Miller as a holy man, as most of his adherents do—Gandhi with a penis.
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