| A Memoir of Certain Events I'm tired of sitting on it. More people should know. Know what? I'm the only poet ever censored off The Becker-Posner Blog. Get away. How so? Was this firestorm. Readers, experts, complaining hard. Writing on the blog wasn't all it should be. Could be. So I fired off a comment. One to be posted on the blog. You know, offer sage advice. I naturally turned to Henry Miller. Naturally. Took it straight off a poem of his: If you can't make words fuck, don't masturbate them! When you speak of Cunt put hair on it! Try to forget everything you learned in college. Man, oh man. Advice to a Young Writer. You know it? Who doesn't? The comment stayed posted 4 whole hours. Right alongside everybody else. Suddenly mine is gone. Just like that. Then it comes back 2 days later. Resurrected like Jesus. Sounds like somebody got worried. You'd be, too, if you fucked with Henry Miller. |
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