Henry Miller

[Boston Guy]

I came across this quote from Henry Miller (1891-1980). Miller was a New Yorker, a Parisian, a Californian, a librarian, a cab driver and, of course, a writer. His works were sometimes called obscene, sometimes called pornographic, led to Supreme Court rulings on obscenity and certainly contributed to the beginning of the sexual revolution.

 

He was also married five times. The quote attributed to him, below, sounds to me like something you might have read at M4M: :-)

 

"Paris is like a ####. From a distance she seems ravishing, you can't wait until you have her in your arms. Five minutes later you feel empty, disgusted with yourself. You feel tricked." --Henry Miller

 

HB decided that the word w_h o_r_e was a kind of hate speech and, consequently, the software replaces it with ####. You need to fill it back into the quote to read it accurately.

 

BG

[JT Brooklyn]

Nice to know H.Miller did not speak for us all.. He sure writes some depressing stuff! IF I "felt the way" he writes, I would have never "BOITHERED", after my first "Workin Guy" to Hookup ever again! LOL :+

[Steven_Draker]

>"Paris is like a ####. From a distance she seems ravishing,

>you can't wait until you have her in your arms. Five minutes

>later you feel empty, disgusted with yourself. You feel

>tricked." --Henry Miller

 

Did Henry Miller refer to Paris Hilton ? :+

[woodlawn]

"The expense of spirit in a waste of shame

Is lust in action; and till action, lust

Is perjured, murderous, bloody, full of blame,

Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust,

Enjoy'd no sooner but despised straight,

Past reason hunted, and no sooner had

Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait

On purpose laid to make the taker mad;

Mad in pursuit and in possession so;

Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme;

A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe;

Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream.

All this the world well knows; yet none knows well

To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell."

[Guest zipperzone]

>HB decided that the word w_h o_r_e was a kind of hate speech

>and, consequently, the software replaces it with ####. You

>need to fill it back into the quote to read it accurately.

>

>BG

 

I never knew that dear old HB was so sensative that he would block the "W" word with ####.

 

Sounds kind of quaint and Victorian for a gentleman who made a living from promoting he activities of ####s. Did he really think the word prostitute was any better?

[+ deej]

The board software requires at least one word in the blocked words list. That's the word he decided on.

 

It's been there since day one and nobody even noticed until about a year ago when, oddly enough, I complained about it.

 

Since we gotta have a word on the block list, why not the one that Hooboy originally put there? It's right in line with his twisted sense of humor. :9

[AdamSmith]

The volcanic entrance to an antechamber

Was not what either of us meant.

More outside than before, but what is worse, outside

Within the periphery, we are confronted

With one another, and our meeting escapes through the dark

Like a well.

Our habits ask us for instructions.

The news is to return by stages

Of uncertainty, too early or too late. It is the invisible

Shapes, the bed's confusion and prattling. The late quiet. This is how it feels.

[Guest zipperzone]

>Since we gotta have a word on the block list, why not the one

>that Hooboy originally put there? It's right in line with his

>twisted sense of humor. :9

 

Interesting........ I never knew that.

 

If we have to have one blocked word - why not choose "FART" ?

[Luv2play]

Henry Miller wrote a book called Les Toits de Paris (The Roofs of Paris) and, of course, "toits" is pronounced "twat". As you would expect, a lot is made of Paris cunt in this tale, which is written in the first person, as I remember. The story is really quite ribald, perfectly in keeping with any pornography written today in the gay genre. In fact, as I recall,it goes beyond what is tolerated today and borders on child pornography, as good ole Henry boffs an underaged girl with no compunction or remorse.

 

Similarly he enjoys unloading his piss up another young lady's (ahem) ass. Oh, our Henry was quite a boy! }(

 

Anyway, I've read a few of his novels, including Tropic of Cancer or was it Capricorn, or both? It really was in the distant past. But Les Toits really surpasses them all, in my view, for non-stop horniness.

 

Someone else said "when you tire of Paris, you tire of life" and that, to me, sums it up perfectly. Maybe Henry just couldn't keep up the pace.

[Trixie]

I would not eat them in a boat;

I would not eat them with a goat.

 

I would not eat them in a box,

I would not eat them with a fox.

 

I do not like them here nor there,

I do not like them anywhere.

 

I do not like green eggs and ham,

I do not like them, SamIAm.

 

 

Trix

[raife]

How about zizzyfrox? No one should ever have to endure being called that!

 

Actually I like having to say whöre. Gives it that new-beat gratuitous accent flair.

[raife]

E X A C T L Y,

 

It amazes me the number of people around here that apparently share his feelings, yet they keep coming back for more. Enslaved to lust, feeling powerless to change, yet hating themselves for their "shameful" obsession.

 

Like those sad soulless corpse-people with the vacuous eyes you see in Vegas casinos, with their fingers permanently attached to the slot machine buttons, slaves to greed. All that wasted energy crying out for transformation....

 

A moment of silence for the tragically afflicted...

[AdamSmith]

In Winter in my Room

I came upon a Worm--

Pink, lank and warm--

But as he was a worm

And worms presume

Not quite with him at home--

Secured him by a string

To something neighboring

And went along.

 

A Trifle afterward

A thing occurred

I'd not believe it if I heard

But state with creeping blood--

A snake with mottles rare

Surveyed by chamber floor

In feature as the worm before

But ringed with power--

The very string with which

I tied him--too

When he was mean and new

That string was there--

 

I shrank--"How fair you are!"

Propitiation's claw--

"Afraid," he hissed

"Of me"?

"No cordiality"--

He fathomed me--

Then to a Rhythm Slim

Secreted in his Form

As Patterns swim

Projected him.

 

That time I flew

Both eyes his way

Lest he pursue

Nor ever ceased to run

Till in a distant Town

Towns on from mine

I set me down

This was a dream.