Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Henry Miller

I find Henry Miller’s writing to be very serene, to be poetic, but not pretentious. I absolutely detest poetry, it’s a form of writing I could live without and find myself to be incredibly happy. Henry Miller’s writing is poetic, but it’s understanding that is why I can tolerate it.

This excerpt reminds me a lot of myself, and my travelling. Obviously mine is a more little lighthearted. I have packed up and moved a lot, I have moved from different countries, states, and even addresses. Its frustrating, especially for me, because I am not necessarily a fan of packing with my very LOUD Italian parents at hand.

I am more of a homebody, and even while leaving in Paris, both of my parents have currently moved; my mom back to America, my father sold my New York apartment, and in Los Angeles I have new house with my father. So I have not necessarily been happy with this arrangement of constantly moving and this unhappiness will continue when I find myself packing up from what I finally started to call my life here in Paris.

Reading further, and seeing his simple fluidity is in connection to the Paris lifestyle. Everything is so smooth here, and unlike America, where they are so uptight, in Paris everything can be explicit and open. For example, he speaks of whores, opium, and sex very openly.

However, the words and sentences are not derogatory or horrendous. Its actually very well put and goes perfectly with what he is saying and trying to accomplish.

Another sentence, I find myself relating to was the “where do we go from here?”


Living in Los Angeles there was always a plan for the night, this was mainly done because of driving and drinking and everything is in a distance. Living in New York, at night, it was mainly bars and we stuck to the ones next to each other. Now living in Paris, we usually start with dinner, but then we just walk with no significant plan. It’s a joy to walk in Paris, because everything seems to be or look like a historic landmark. For instance, last weekend me and my friends started with dinner and wine and from then on we walked through the stairs and they grabbed a crepe and I went over the grass and jumped in the empty fountains in front of the Eiffel tower and we watched the Eiffel tower light show. Perhaps mine is a little more PG, but that’s what I envisioned and correlated to when I saw that sentence.

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