i've always considered your admiration for miller to be an anomaly. you generally disapprove, in a prim way, of anything smacking of bohemianism.
and you generally are contemptuous of baggy, expressionistic prose.
i dont have much time for Miller and i can enjoy Bukowski and even ginsberg to a degree. the writing is just too slack and the poses struck too self-serving and delusional. all those piled up adjectives.
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