A funny thing happened on the way to Wallace Stevens' later poetry

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I will now reject all that stuff, too.

Bukowski took after Artaud and Artaud's "No more masterpieces". No more masterpieces needs masterpieces to exist before and after. Artaud was willing to destroy will and art.


Bukowski, like Onita the wrestlre, created big business out of wounds and ignornace and limitatioats.



I have perfected this. I call this: Shining Ignorance

Heavy words.  Shining Ignorance makes me think of Taking Tiger Mountain, which I will now resort to.

A cut up of Hellstrom Chronicle and Bob Lind's Eluxive Butterfly:  https://drive.google.com/file/d/1T2vUPoy...sp=sharing