Here in my opinion is the only imaginative prose-writer of the slightest value who has appeared among the English-speaking races for some years past. Even if that is objected to as an overstatement, it will probably be admitted that Miller is a writer out of the ordinary, worth more than a single glance; and after all, he is a completely negative, unconstructive, amoral writer, a mere Jonah, a passive acceptor of evil, a sort of Whitman among the corpses. - George Orwell acknowledging Henry Miller in his Essay: "Inside the Whale" (1940)
“ our needs … what is it that we need? certainly the more liberated one feels the less one needs. the sage demonstrates it daily, and the idiot too. just to breathe, to know that you are alive, isn’t it marvelous. “
Extracts from the book - "Stand Still Like the Hummingbird" - a collection of essays from Henry Miller.
-- And your way, is it really your way?
What, moreover, can you call your own? The house you live in, the food you swallow, the clothes you wear — you neither built the house nor raised the food nor made the clothes.
The same goes for your ideas. You moved into them ready-made.
-- Quote: Henry Miller
"There is no salvation in becoming adapted to a world which is crazy."
-- Henry Miller
... We look at him through the wrong end of the telescope of Time,
Luckily for us.
-- Poem extract: "Humming-Bird"
by D.H. Lawrence
The sunlight speaks. And it's voice is a bird:
It glitters half-guessed half seen half-heard
Above the flower bed. Over the lawn ...
A flashing dip and it is gone.
And all it lends to the eye is this --
A sunbeam giving the air a kiss.
-- "The Hummingbird"
by Henry kemp
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