He Threw Up His Hands

I Had A Moment Of Clarity, Saw The Feeling In The Heart Of Things, Walked Out To The Garden Crying.

Since Art Is Merely And Ultimately Self-expressive, We Conclude That The Fullest Art, The Most Individual, Uninfluenced, Unrepressed, Uninhibited Expression Of Art Is True Expression And The True Art.

Truth Is Dissent, Where All Power Resides In The Big Lie.

What Thoughts I Have Of You Tonight, Walt Whit- Man, For I Walked Down The Sidestreets Under The Trees With A Headache Self-conscious Looking At The Full Moon. In My Hungry Fatigue, And Shopping For Images, I Went Into The Neon Fruit Supermarket, Dreaming Of Your Enumerations!

It's Very Much Related To The American Tycoon. To William Randolph Hearst, Vanderbilt, Rockefeller, That Whole Stratum Of American Acquisitive Evil. Monopolistic, Acquisitive Evil. Ugly Evil. The Ugly American. The Ugly American At His Ugly Worst. That's Exactly What It Is.