I am inside someone who hates me. I look out from his eyes.
& love is an evil word. Turn it backwards/see, see what I mean? An evol word.
A system that warehouses people is not the cure for social ills
Art is a weapon in the struggle of ideas, the class struggle.
And now each night, I count the stars. And each night I get the same number. And when the stars won't come to be counted, I count the holes they leave.
Thought is more important than art....To revere art and have no understanding of the process that forces it into existence, is finally not even to understand what art is.