/lit/ - Literature

>>8053737

As far as ecstatic literature goes, this paragraph is poor.
It reads like Gass is puffing up his chest and evoking the deepest and darkest imagery he can think of.
>Skulls, cocks, fucks, egos, god, black, wilderness

Making an breathless itinerary of raw images is trite. A platitude of ecstasy.
Kind of like McCarthy in the Road.
Except in the Road the images are facts of the world, not breathlessly drawn out stand-in's for other emotions.

William (B)Lake is better