The World's a Mess and It's in My Kiss

Museological

"Everything is packed into a second which is either consummated or not consummated. The earth is not an arid plateau of health and comfort, but a great sprawling female with a velvet torso that swells and heaves with ocean billows; she squirms beneath the diadem of sweat and anguish. Naked and sexed she rolls among the clouds in the violet light of the stars [...] Love and hate, despair, pity, rage, disgust -- what are these amidst the fornications of the planets? What is war, disease, cruelty, terror, when night presents the ecstasy of myriad blazing suns? What is this chaff we chew in our sleep if it is not the remembrance of fang-whorl and star cluster." - Henry Miller, from "Tropic of Cancer"

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Metadata: politics, fiction, sex, literature, philosophy