I Admire Ginsberg As A Poet, Despite

Hemingway Seems To Be In A Funny Position. People Nowadays Can't Identify With Him Closely As A Member Of Their Own Generation, And He Isn't Yet Historical.

There Is A Place In Men's Lives Where Pictures Do In Fact Bleed, Ghosts Gibber And Shriek, Maidens Run Forever Through Mysterious Landscapes From Nameless Foes; That Place Is, Of Course, The World Of Dreams And Of The Repressed Guilts And Fears That Motivate Them [i.e., The Unconscious]. This World The Dogmatic Optimism And Shallow Psychology Of The Age Of Reason Had Denied; And Yet This World It Is The Final, Perhaps The Essential, Purpose Of The Gothic Romance To Assert.

Of The Female Black Authors, I Really Like Morrison's Early Books A Lot. But She's Really Become So Much A Clone Of Faulkner. He Did It Better.

Foucault Was The One Person I Met In France That I Could Talk To. He Was A Mensch. You Know Whether You Agree With Him Or Not Because You Know What He Is Saying.

I've Been Writing About James Fenimore Cooper. He Was Not A Writer. Here Was A Man Who Was 30 Years Old And Had Never Put Anything More Than His Signature On Paper.