It occurred to me that I'd had too much to drink and hadn't eaten in hours, and I wondered whether the alcohol and hunger must be starting to disconnect me from reality. But then I decided it didn't matter. If I'm remembering right (though I wouldn't stake my life on it), it so happens that one of the visceral realists' poetry-writing tenets is a momentary disconnection from a certain kind of reality.
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
The Savage Detectives - pg. 9
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