THE TROPIC OF CANCER NEEDS A GOAT
Considering the recent UK blurbs on the South Bank Show I can only weep gently in strong anger.
I come to praise "Rupert" and to bury him. Such was Dennis Potter in the 1990s. Bragg let it be and Potter was allowed to remain and re-enter into this TV cultural history.
You see Culture Ways can still remain difficult but yet worthwhile.
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3 comments:
Didn't it have Henry Miller? He was an old goat alright.
Oh you are SO SEXY!
Thundering old bore he was, like all those new-wave American scribblers. William Burroughs - ugh! Who'd have wanted a naked lunch - or a naked anything - with him? Even worse, Hubert Selby Jnr. One of the worst chores I ever had was reading and re-reading his ghastly tome "Last Exit to Brooklyn" in order to help his publishers, who were friends of mine, to cobble together a posse of defence witnesses when they were tried because of it under the Obscene Publications Act.
What utter trash! I do so sympathise with Voltaire's attitude that I loathe what you write but will defend to the death your write to publish.
But I would rather it hadn't involved all that tedium. I still grit my teeth when I look at the damn thing on my bookshelf.
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