I, too, count Miller among the authors that influenced the living shit out of me. I pretty much owe any write-bone I've acquired to the Beats.
I'm a little abashed to admit belonging to the Bronte Sister Book Club, but I do.
Artistically, I'm either Johnny Gothic (twenty-five foot tall religious figures lording it over the Little Man) or Mister Modern where it's all theatre of the mind. I have a soft spot for Matisse.
When I write, I listen to pickers. Old Springsteen, Delta Blues, Leonard Cohen...the last mostly due to the face that I'd like to end up an old gravel-man in a cheap suit.
One thing that always surprises me: if you're fortunate enough to catch an author fessing up to their influences, more often than not you'll be pleasantly surprised. I'd have never heard of Carson McCullers if Bukowski hadn't plugged her in some one-off I came across. It beats the Amazon Recommendobot.
The lion is made up of the lamb that he's digested.
I'm a little abashed to admit belonging to the Bronte Sister Book Club, but I do.
Artistically, I'm either Johnny Gothic (twenty-five foot tall religious figures lording it over the Little Man) or Mister Modern where it's all theatre of the mind. I have a soft spot for Matisse.
When I write, I listen to pickers. Old Springsteen, Delta Blues, Leonard Cohen...the last mostly due to the face that I'd like to end up an old gravel-man in a cheap suit.
One thing that always surprises me: if you're fortunate enough to catch an author fessing up to their influences, more often than not you'll be pleasantly surprised. I'd have never heard of Carson McCullers if Bukowski hadn't plugged her in some one-off I came across. It beats the Amazon Recommendobot.