A year ago , six months ago, I thought that I was an artst . I no longer think about it , I am Every thing that was literatura has fallen from me.

There are no more books to be written , thank God.

This then? this is not a book , This is libel,slander , defamation of charater . This is not a book in the ordinary sence of the word . No , this is a prolonged insult , a gob of spit in the fase of Art a kick in the pants to God, Man Destiny, Time , Love, Beauty … what you will .I am going to sing for you , a litte off key perhaps , but I will sing. I will sing for you , a little off key perhaps , but will sing .I will sing while you croak, I will dance over your dirty corpse…

To sing you must first open your motth. You must have a pair of lungs, and a little knowledge of music . It is not necessary to have an accorion, or a guitar . The essential thing is to want to sing. This then is song . I am singint.

Henry Miller
Trapic of Cancer

Uma das maiores definições do individo humano: numa sociedade como está á que vivemos: cheia de hipocrisia ; vamos viver a vida nos bordeis, puteiros e em libertinaguem para darmos um fim aos dogmas que nos privam como pessoas “humanas” que somos.
Favor publicar neste blog minha contribuição a Anais
nin & Henry miller o grande representante dos desajustados Sociais do Mundo.
At: Luiz Carlos Molina / Sõa Paulo /Brasil.