Henry Miller



“An artist is always alone – if he is an artist. No, what the artist needs is loneliness.”
– Henry Miller

“Every day we slaughter our finest impulses. That is why we get a heartache when we read those lines written by the hand of a master and recognize them as our own, as the tender shoots which we stifled because we lacked the faith to believe in our own powers, our own criterion of truth and beauty. Every man, when he gets quiet, when he becomes desperately honest with himself, is capable of uttering profound truths. We all derive from the same source. there is no mystery about the origin of things. We are all part of creation, all kings, all poets, all musicians; we have only to open up, only to discover what is already there.”
Henry Miller

“Invisible” by Jack Grapes

Jack and Josh Grapes

Jack & Josh

Dispatch: blue baby left
in back seat
outmaneuvers rat
for rattle.

Sun goes down. Sun comes up.
No one touches me.
Even in plain sight: hiding.

They come to my room.
These are his things:
a dozen pipes;
five thousand books;
pennies by the jarful.

Just what is too much to ask
when you’re invisible:
that they leave you alone?

Jack Grapes

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