[To Paint is to Love Again] on Henry Miller's A-plenty Passions

Any man who can take into account the reality of his very own destitution, smile, thenceforth uses this poverty to draw hunger as a means of non-conformity, is familiar with Henry Miller, even if they've never heard of his having once existed.

-then too are they familiar (without actuality of being) with Langston Hughes, Selby Jr., Bukowski, William Burroughs; all loss and all that will be loss allots only the very life demanded if the individual indeed desires unvarying individualism rather a collective passivity.

It doesn't take much gumption to follow a crowd, even being completely unaware, to aim, to not, bout face to walk against the heavy tides of zombies, takes an artist who has lost the fear of death, embraced a physical decline, an embrace dictating; if we shall die our individual clash against bouy
s bumping like herds heading submissively to slaughter, has been enough to take us farther beyond our physical end, if even a second following, it says, it has been enough.