Not exact matches
(below this interview is an earlier interview in which Houston discusses
Snow Mountain Passage) For the second time, you've
written a novel that reaches in to the past.
He began to
write to me, dispensing with formality — no Dear Harland or anything, he began straight in: «Not being a qualified pathologist, I'd say the man lying by the side of the road had been dead for two hours, and the
mountain to the right, the
mountains of Rue were capped with
snow, and not being a qualified pathologist, I remember Lily who played the piano so attractively,» he would go on with this almost «cut up» William Burroughs narrative, repetitive as well, because he would forget obviously.
According to Imai's
written notes about this performance - art work, once his collaborator is tucked into her cocoon, the resulting form resembles «a
snow - covered
mountain.»
If they ever
write a book about me (doubtful), but if they ever do, you can rest assured they won't mention my prowess at the Iditarod, or how I scaled some distant
snow covered peak, or how I spent my free time luxuriating on the
snow covered
mountains of Vail or Aspen.