inexhaustible - miller and hermeto

As long as it remains inexhaustible, I will be. As long as I find books and vinyls as I found today, I will be.

Paris 1934 - Tropic of Cancer, Henry Miller
Miller makes me laugh out loud with his cunt international.
Tropic of cancer is an amazing positive line of flight, out of our conceptual-moral reality. Long live his drunken whores and filthy gutters, and his laughter and mine. He is like one of those drunken characters you meet on the street at night: the Chilean cocaine addict singing in Puno or even Paulo or the Beat generation 20 years before. But this drunkard managed to write a book so that sober people can meet him... things the intellectual culture does not keep or grasp. Or does it? With Miller's friends.
May we find such a consistent and vibrant line of flight! The two deterritorialization dimensions here are the extreme deterritorialization of the hedonist present and the respective reterritorialization on the cunt. Reterritorialization on the cunt, ahahahah!

São Paulo 1984 - Happy Parrot, Hermeto Pascoal
Hermeto is just like Miller, a laugh, a 5+3 laugh.