Every man, when he gets quiet, when he becomes desperately honest with himself, is capable of uttering profound truths. We all derive from the same source. there is no mystery about the origin of things. We are all part of creation, all kings, all poets, all musicians; we have only to open up, only to discover what is already there. — Henry Miller
The dance — memory of a bird (and a thousand words)
« The art of living is based on rhythm, on give and take, ebb and flow, light and dark, life and death. By acceptance of all the aspects of life, good and bad, right and wrong, yours and mine, the static, defensive life, which is what most people are cursed with, is converted into a […]
Henry Miller, “the wisdom of the heart”. In “the wisdom of the heart”. New York: New Directions, 1966, p. 32-33.
Blaise Cendrars — memory of a bird (and a thousand words)
‘Je suis un homme inquiet, dur vis à vis de soi-même, comme tous les solitaires.’ (…)
Cendrars knows only the reality and honesty of the heart. His gestures, often rough and awkward, are nevertheless manly gestures. He never tries to please or to conciliate. He is the worst diplomat in the world, and consequently […]’
via Blaise Cendrars — memory of a bird (and a thousand words)
Blaise Cendrars: A Poet for the Twenty-First Century —
Check out this piece on one of Henry’s biggest influences (and contemporaries), the criminally underrated Blaise Cendrars. Cendras “was never identified with any literary movement and was, himself, completely indifferent to the characterizations and classifications of the poetic idioms of his time. “He moved forward, all alone, toward unknown waters of poetical creation, composing complex […]
