Ocupation: Writer
Life: December 26, 1891 - June 7, 1980
Birthday: December 26
Death: June 7
I am thinking of one woman and the rest is blotto. I say I am thinking of her, but the truth is I am dying a stellar death. I am lying there like a sick star waiting for the light to go out. Years ago I lay on this same bed and I waited and waited to be born. Nothing happened. Except that my mother, in her Lutheran rage, threw a bucket of water over me. My mother, poor imbecile that she was, thought I was lazy. She didn't know that I had gotten caught in the stellar drift, that I was being pulverized to a black extinction out there in the farthest rim of the universe.
source: Henry Miller (1966). “Tropic of Capricorn”
topic: Mother, Stars, Lying, Lutherans, Stellar, Thinking Of Her, Years Ago