the brassy pate of the great manifester
by Melek-taus
Posted to Action Poetry on 2001-06-20 19:50:00
Parent message is 16901
it is curious that talk of hearing the man’s voice. I too have had my tounge read by Henry Miller. He didn’t speak. He gaped voraciously at my thinning corpse sprawled out here in this fermenting void of time. The salvoes of his white hot voice were emitting soothing threats in mute shouts to my fetid pool of passion this writing wreck i have been too soon to forget at critical junctures. I believe he has yet to expel himself from the craters of dream he is a fixture in the firmament and Im glad to see others are listening