Only such phrases are heard as aquot;sweet kidaquot; or aquot;little whoreaquot; or aquot;give it to me again , aquot; amid the acts of desire: these phrases of desire, the concentrated dialect of the activity of daytime. ... In this way, often, love turns into art, and we are embarrassed to respond to acts of desire. ... At night, when all the efforts of daytime toward security have retreated to this intimate stronghold, there is a concentrated music.
|Title||:||NEW LETTERS A MAGAZINE OF FINE WRITING THE WRITINGS OF PAUL GOODMAN "JOHNSON" & OTHER STORIES|