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The inneresting thing here is that his first great books wouldn't be legal to obtain until five years after this interview, do you see?

He always had a great rhythm to his talk. My parents knew him in Paris and lived the life he’s talking about where we were raised

Henry spoke for the artist. In a world that cares more about cutting off their gender, when it really is the artist that is being extinct, Henry’s voice rings true

He took advantage of Anais Nin…he stole material from her to write Tropic…he lived off the money of Anais’ husband. Weak, hollow man.

It’s hard to find info on this recording - what is the true runtime? Is what is uploaded here the entire recording? The tracklist implies a longer interview but I’m not totally sure, and feel like if it were longer-I’d have heard the rest already somewhere else

Claude Houghton, a wonderful insight

There is a book called Bullshit Jobs, I think it taps into what he's saying here about jobs.

The privilege to starve 😮

Yes get the fck out of bed and help out

Profound

Those watercolors are quite valuable today

Just the best person ever- wish there were more recording’s - thank god he published a lot, and that I have his archival work

If you enjoy this and Miller, you MUST GO READ Nikos Kazantzakis. “I shall never forget the day I met Nikos Kazantzakis. I did not meet him as one meets ordinary mortals - I met him as one meets a god.” Henry Miller from “The Colossus of Maroussi”

This interview series is so warming and illuminating- thx

I suspect he's confusing Arthur machen with John Cowper Powys when talking about Rabelais

6:13 indeed, he too was a God.

Florence is more silent than Paris @ night imo

Miller is one of my favourite minds to ever exist. I’d give a lot to talk with him. Also - I am a Joey who also was with someone named Hoki

These must never disappear from public availability

4:00 I was relistening to this while circling my room with all my pillows and blankets balancing on my head.

GRANDE.ESCRITOR.ESTADUNIDENSE.HOMEM.DE.MUITA.CORAGEM.DO.SECULO.20.😮😮😮😊😊😊

Anyone able to point me towards the painter he references at 08:48? Thanks

DELICIOUS!!!

What is causing the climate crisis? Human activity.

Who owns the rights to this @speakvisual

I’ve loved Henry Miller’s writings for years. It never occurred to me there might exist recordings like this! What a treasure, thank you!

Henry Miller could always be counted upon to articulate male sexuality with candour.

my ex-girlfriend's mom gave me tropic of capricorn as a present... changed my life completely.

Henry Miller is a human treasure. He was a genius who encompassed and transcended this mortal coil. He was courageous and exemplary as an artist and generous to a fault. He lived and set the high watermark to be human. Sadly in today's reactionary and woke fascism, Henry's voice has been sidelined by Tweets and a degraded homoginous culture. His voice will rise again!

BIG JOHN & TOM JOHNSON hung electric lines like wet clothes lines for 15 weeks. “I sure could go for 3 well-lubricated prostitutes after working in this dry desert heat,” Tom said. “That sounds good to me!” Big John exclaimed loudly while his huge cock swung like six diseased chimpanzees at a pancake breakfast for 5 retiring cops. IT WAS SO COLD ON THE NIGHT THAT SHEILA & ROBERT FIRST HAD MEXICAN SEXUAL INTERCOURSE TOGETHER WITH EACH OTHER THAT 14 EXTRA-LONG PHONE POLES HAD TO BE STUFFED INTO THEIR STEEL WOOD-BURNING STOVE OR THEIR SEXUAL PARTS WOULD HAVE FROZEN! “Pass the unused Lubriderm,” Sheila said with a sassy smile on her bone-thin face. “Here you go lover,” Robert replied a second before 12 monkeys fell through the rotten ceiling. “Are those the monkeys that escaped from the new zoo yesterday?” Sheila asked in a totally weird voice that shocked Robert so much that he ran from the huge cabin without hesitation all the way to eastern Michigan or Canada.

THE FINAL LLAMA-FLIGHT OF BIG WHIP-DINGER GILROY Sherlock & Watson are on the trail of Whip-Dinger Gilroy who's at a local Arab llama-leasing booth to lease 1 (a llama) to flee London before he is eaten by retarded Negro Pygmy savages. “There he is!” Doctor John Watson screams in a modest bathing suit. “Grab him!” Sherlock screams back in a genuinely-masculine tone. “I dare not!” Watson painfully re-screams desperately. “Why on God's flat Earth not?!” Manly Sherlock asks absolutely perplexed. “Because Whip's got hold of my dinger!” Later they'd giggle for 15 weeks like 2 pre- teens because Watson's dinger was unhurt, only stretched a wee bit.

Yes it's a beautiful thing the way you play it. Hare Krishna.

great mind

I found Miller through Kenneth Patchen and Norman Mailer, cant wait to get into his work.

When I first read Tropic of Capricorn when I was 19 (I'm 63 now), I felt as though this man had pulled up a chair alongside me and simply started to speak to me as though I were his confidant, a rare and very remarkable experience, that. I've been a fan ever since, even taking the pilgrimage to his cabin in Big Sur many years ago, and I also visited his wife's bar (with one of Henry's paintings hanging above the toilet) when I lived in Japan; he is an absolute treasure.

All that striving for artistic honour and honesty only to cheat on his family and wife.

My brother and my twin!

Hearing his voice always gives me hope and energy so that I can keep on fighting for my dreams :)

At 6:00 MIller begins talking about men and women socializing together. What he says reminds me of something Kenneth Clark said; he said that he found that the level of civility in a room or at a gathering goes down when the men and women separate from each other and only communicate among themselves. I think this is true. In a civilized society like Europe in general or France in specific, the men and women feel relaxed in each other's company, free to talk with respect for the other.

What a voice

Miller has meant more to me than any other writer. He straight up stole Celine's lick; he was casting about...and rewrote Cancer after reading Celine (in French!), or more likely learned Celine through his famous conversations. But Miller is the lover, Celine the excoriator without mitigation, of mankind.

These interviews really put his writing into a much better perspective for me. He is deeply philosophical in a way that re-frames how you think about your own life - in a way that is actually meaningful, accurate, contemporary and lasting. It's strange because I could listen to this forever - and I find his writing addicting. I love and relate to what he is saying. Yet, I actually don't have the feeling that I would want to spend time with him in real life. I want to appreciate him from afar. I sort of want to love him, but not like him. I don't know, but what a contributor to our collective experience.

still love all THREE!!

génius !

and what a wonderful painting this is..

my beloved old master.. you're indeed that forgotten genius I once read and admired..

He makes it seem so easy, yet there's only a few that rise like him. What a strange conundrum.

I stopped believing in God after watching films on the holocaust. If God existed why would he let this happen? If ever a time to intervene, that was the time. God does not exist.

I found him to be the first genuine and honest voice of a "friend" who understood. I felt the loneliness he describes in the 1956 interview posted in you tube., concerning the artists and poets of the 19 century face to face to the new materialistic progress and rationalism of that period when it all began. I felt the isolation within my puerto rican culture and within the american culture and the marginalization of minorities during the 1960s and 1970s, as well as the struggle of the counter culture vs war and materialism, so Henry Miller was a welcomed voice from an elder who we could trust back then. I perhaps followed his example in a both, tragic and fruitful ways. When I discovered his paintings in a college library, his narration, the colors, his attitude gave me the courage to return to painting full time seven years later, his self imposed exile in Paris, was the tragic side for me but at the end it was good as well. I quit my permanent easy super well payed job in Brooklyn, New york in 1984, to embarked for France where I eventuatlly remained ten years as well. Ten years later I returned to New York and I got my easy job as an interpreter back , and continued working for 30 years, rounding up a period of 40 years back to back since that adventure began. I am now retired and ready for my promise land...

I have the original video tape. ❤