by Roberto Bolaño
Obviously I did not like these poems. I wrote a review of this book and it can be found here:http://mewlhouse.hubpages.com/_1qsqsuzy8itx3/hub/A-Time-For-Fists
"That's what art is, he said, the story of a life in all its particularity. It's the only thing that really is particular and personal. It's the expression and, at the same time, the fabric of the particular. And what do you mean by the fabric of the particular? I asked, supposing he would answer: A...
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