"Where is the monument of antiquity on which Kenneth Rexroth has not tapped a few cigarette ashes? Where is the misty crag of German metaphysics on which he has not balanced his highball glass?"
So wrote James Heanue, the Berkeley-based philosopher (Husserl specialist), to the editors of the NYT Book Review on July 3*, complaining about a negative review Rexroth had written about Anna Balakian's book on surrealism (mentioned recently--below--in my long post about 1960's surrealist happenings).
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