tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754886878205475662.post5001017621071296404..comments2011-05-02T14:31:33.302-07:00Comments on Nirvana And Secrets: Letter 1Phillip C. Durandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03823720854626600287noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5754886878205475662.post-79379784237484400722011-02-02T16:22:50.450-08:002011-02-02T16:22:50.450-08:00I agree; even more than their wanderlust, their dr...I agree; even more than their wanderlust, their drug habits, their regular lust, and their angst, their sense of community was most striking. Without it, their writing would never have been noticed, or even noticeable. Kerouac would have still been rehashing <i>The Town and the City;</i> Ginsberg would have still been writing his "stilted and academic" poetry and would have still been working as Moloch's number-cruncher; Burroughs would have been dead. I think that this is an worthwhile (albeit hyperbolic) statement: good writing occurs only in community.Sunflower Sisyphushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12081134276750953507noreply@blogger.com