I've been reading Rabelais and he plays with the latin quotes. For every inane thing that he says, he has a latin quote from a noble Roman or a pious church scholar. So I had latin on my mind when wrote “esprit de corps”.
Okay, it’s French. I fucked-up. And I made the dizzy statement that “I’m better read that Bukowski”. Which meant to imply a High Bukowskian Truth: scholarship doesn’t make the man. Niether does psuedo-scholarhip which is my forte along with some authentic this and that. Basically, I read Bukowski when I need a corrective dose of raw sincerity. Otherwise, my mind is flush with operatic arias. I like the voice-in-the-wilderness novels. The more vainglorious the better. But there has to be a note of truth and, like I said, Bukowski is the tuning fork and the Big Daddy of All Correctives to a runaway imagination.
A man should never take his own measure. Are the dues I’ve paid long or short? Am I a cunt? Am I a well-read guy for a Detroit Polak? Am I an authetic veteran of relentless clusterfucks? I think that the problem with modern art is the lack of personal experience. In which case a painter or writer takes an off-the-shelf stance recommended by the market, the fashion and the herd. Instead of the stance that’s all his own. Tested in anonymity.
Okay, it’s French. I fucked-up. And I made the dizzy statement that “I’m better read that Bukowski”. Which meant to imply a High Bukowskian Truth: scholarship doesn’t make the man. Niether does psuedo-scholarhip which is my forte along with some authentic this and that. Basically, I read Bukowski when I need a corrective dose of raw sincerity. Otherwise, my mind is flush with operatic arias. I like the voice-in-the-wilderness novels. The more vainglorious the better. But there has to be a note of truth and, like I said, Bukowski is the tuning fork and the Big Daddy of All Correctives to a runaway imagination.
A man should never take his own measure. Are the dues I’ve paid long or short? Am I a cunt? Am I a well-read guy for a Detroit Polak? Am I an authetic veteran of relentless clusterfucks? I think that the problem with modern art is the lack of personal experience. In which case a painter or writer takes an off-the-shelf stance recommended by the market, the fashion and the herd. Instead of the stance that’s all his own. Tested in anonymity.