January 19, 2005
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But seriously…
A follow-up to the previous “tiger” entry (which was about an old but good dirty joke).
I just subscribed to The New York Review of Books online for another
year, prompted by my desire to read Roger Shattuck on Rimbaud, a tiger
of another sort:“How did this poetic sensibility come to burn so bright?”
The Shattuck piece is from 1967, the year of The Doors’ first album. (See Sunday’s Death and the Spirit, Part II.)
