“E.M. Cioran, or God Doesn’t Wear a Cane” (Andrei Codrescu)

American Book Review, vol. 1, no. 5, December/January 1978 In my bed of pain, with a crown of ice cubes araund my foot, I was proof that Paris is the best skateboarding town in the world. The square at St. Sulpice had run from under me like Los Angeles had from under Fred Astaire, to show… Continue lendo “E.M. Cioran, or God Doesn’t Wear a Cane” (Andrei Codrescu)