Why Didn’t Henry Miller Stop After the Tropic Books?
…and resist the urge to philosophize any further.
Time for the drunken text. We’ll come to Mr. Miller in a minute.
Been holding on to my guts for the last five minutes in order to vomit at the right time. And when I do — spill the words out — I end up turning the whole alimentary canal inside out.
Like that guy in Guts who sat on a swimming pool sewer jacking off until the drainage system drained off his drainage for good.
Which begs the question: How far can you reach down the throat with your bare hands?
I mean…can you reach the pelvic floor, having navigated through the intestines, bathed in the mean gastric secretions; the whole forearm probably drowning in puke from reverse peristalsis.
But can you?
And if you have go thus far, pray do not stop.
Come out the other side and see for yourself how all this cosmic tom-fuckery is about nothing at all.
That’s all us humans are about. And creating an almighty havoc about nothing!
30 feet: The length of the alimentary canal and much thanks to the intestines, both of them, but really the smaller one.
Little naughty, how come you got all tangled up there!
God must have not taken a bath for years and turned Black — prognathous and all — but really your messy hair is what I can’t help but squint at. No getting away. Now then, what to do of the hair after you see yourself in the lake, Narcissus.
No sulphates and hard water in the Garden of Eden, so why not chop the thing up entirely and shove it down Adam’s throat whispering ‘knowledge’ in his ears.
Just above the pelvic floor settles the ethnically-aware God, disguised as human’s capacity for reason: The Holy Intellect.
Same with cerebral tissues. Epithelia. Genitals. Nephrons. All heavenly waist down the bin that is Adam’s hole.
I am eating an apple, dear boy.
Well…Henry Miller taught me to write such utter bullshit about seemingly innocuous incidents with exasperatingly gallant spirits.
Go read his Black Spring after you’re done with the Tropics and, cheated, you’ll hopefully find an apt place to vent out your frustrations too.
