E Mail To My Editor
I love Breton poets...I love Breton, the poet...I love
the surrealists and the Dadaists because they prove
even the French can have a sense of humor....I love
escargot, because only the French could have figured
out how to eat those bastards... I love meals that
take all day....I love hairy legs leading to wet pussy....
France is the land where art was the purest,
because, besides art and food, there was nothing.....
I love that they loved Josephine Baker and
Jack Johnson...I love the Beat hotel and the filthy
pissoirs......I love Genet, Rimbaud....Prevert,
Apollinaire, Dumal, Artaud, the spirit that the Beats
inherited....Dali and Picasso may have been
Spaniards, but they were French in fact. They didn't
have internet then, so, it took .....a long time....to get
everything out of a poem, of a painting, of a symphony.
The only re-play was through their senses.
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