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I find that most poets usually have a few poems that they think are brilliant, but make the rest of the world go... "Ok... I haven't done THAT, so I'm going to take your word for it, but that doesn't mean I have to like your piece. How fucked up were you when you wrote that?"
I'm really enjoying Satori, and it makes me look forward to my semester in Europe this January. It's sort of a story about tracing his roots in France, and I'll be going to Hungary to meet my cousins during the break from school in Austria, so I hope my experience in Europe will be comperably as interesting (and involve as much sex with beautiful women) as the experience Kerouac had.
I've also been trying to read more American authors before the trip, because we do have interesting literature, and I'd like to be able to explain some of the American nuance the way my friend from Dublin can go on and on about the cultural relevence of Oscar Wild or James Joyce, or Sanja talks about Tolstoy and Dostoyevsky.
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