Teen Bodies without Organs (d/y ethereal radio broadcast #111)

Posted by Archive Registrar | Wed Aug 12th 2009 2:26 a.m.


She was a whirling light to me then, all paradox and enticing mystery, street-tough one moment, then lifted by a lyrical and poetic sensitivity that few retain past early adolescence. (Arthur Miller, 1987)

I no longer look into the eyes of the woman I hold in my arms but I swim through, head and arms and legs, and I see that behind the sockets of the eyes there is a region unexplored, the world of futurity, and here there is no logic whatsoever... I have broken the wall... My eyes are useless, for they render back only the image of the known. My whole body must become a constant beam of light, moving with an ever greater rapidity, never arrested, never looking back, never dwindling... Therefore I close my ears, my eyes, my mouth. (Henry Miller, 1938)
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