The hull of the knife and the surf
of our hurting
The outrigger of the bullet and the whitecaps
of our mistakes
The Commander of Suicide
and the archipelago
of the mirror
“There is no literary elite in this country, unless it’s the corporate elite that runs the book business. It’s a totally different situation. What I’d say we have here is an underground that exists perennially, a steady kind of thing, and out of this movements occasionally arise and subside, but it’s always there. Whereas in France, especially, you have this series of avant-gardes which are, actually, nothing more than the cutting edge of bourgeois culture.“
Ronald Sukenick