I want to undress you, vulgarize you a bit.
Henry MillerTags: sex
Better to separate than never to marry.
Henry MillerSe sou inumano é porque meu mundo transbordou de suas fronteiras humanas, porque ser humano parece uma coisa pobre, triste, miserável, limitada pelos sentidos, restringida pelas moralidades e pelos códigos, definida pelos lugares-comuns e 'ismos'."
(Trópico de Câncer)
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Se houvesse um homem que ousase dizer tudo quanto pensa deste mundo,
não lhe restaria um palmo quadrado de terra onde ficar.
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A good meal, a good talk, a good fuck--what better way to pass the day?
Henry MillerWhen I look down into this fucked-out cunt of a whore I feel the whole world beneath me, a world tottering and crumbling, a world used up and polished like a leper's skull. If there were a man who dared to say all that he thought of this world there would not be left him a square foot of ground to stand on. When a man appears the world bears down on him and breaks his back. There are always too many rotten pillars left standing, too much festering humanity for man to bloom. The superstructure is a lie and the foundation is a huge quaking fear. If at intervals of centuries there does appear a man with a desperate, hungry look in his eye, a man that would turn the world upside down in order to create a new race, the love that he brings to the world is turned to bile and he becomes a scourge. If now and then we encounter pages that explode, pages that wound and sear, that wring groans and tears and curses, know that they come from a man with his back up, a man whose only defenses left are his words and his words are always stronger than the lying, crushing weight of the world, stronger than all the racks and wheels which the cowardly invent to crush out the miracle of personality. If any man ever dared to translate all that is in his heart, to put down what is really his experience, what is truly his truth, I think then the world would go to smash, that it would be blown to smithereens and no god, no accident, no will could ever again assemble the pieces, the atoms, the indestructible elements that have gone to make up the world.
Henry MillerThe earth is parched and cracked. Men and women come together like broods of vultures over a stinking carcass, to mate and fly apart again. Vultures who drop from the clouds like heavy stones. Talons and beak, that's what we are! A huge intestinal apparatus with a nose for dead meat. Forward! Forward without pity, without compassion, without love, without forgiveness. Ask no quarter and give none! More battleships, more poison gas, more high explosives! More gonococci! More streptococci! More bombing machines! More and more of it--until the whole fucking works is blown to smithereens, and the earth with it!
Henry Miller"...arka planda,zayıf anlarında baktığın bir kartpostal gibi.Böylece seni her zaman orada beklediğini hayal edebilirdin;değişmemiş,bozulmamış,....
Henry MillerI have always looked upon decay as being just as wonderful and rich an expression of life as growth.
Henry MillerSi nous étions lucides, instantanément l'horreur de ce qui nous entoure nous laisserait stupides. On ne saurait être parfaitement lucide et déambuler dans les rues de nos cités modernes sans en être affecté de façon ou d'autre. Ce qui ne signifie pas que nous devrions avoir envie de les reconstruire, nos cités, de les faire un peu moins laides - mais de les planter là, de filer pour ne plus revenir, oui. De tout flanquer en l'air, de plaquer le boulot, d'envoyer paître les obligations, le percepteur, les lois et tout ce qui s'ensuit. Un être humain parfaitement éveillé, croyez-vous qu'il se conduirait en cinglé, comme c'est le cas, comme on le lui demande, à chaque instant de la journée ?
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