What a great relief it is to take a crap; what a great relief it is to crap art.

Insofar as the artist is at all sensitive to the world, it is necessary to begin with awareness of the world's injustice, which is simultaneously the injustice of existing institutions and the badness of individual persons.

My happiness--circumscribed though it is by the intense propaganda and vulgarity of capitalism--is yet purchased at the price of the greater misery of others. I am not wholly innocent, even if not fully guilty---even if the concepts of innocence and guilt don't actually aid our understanding.

Thus the happy-happy-happy art of celebration is a lie. It doesn't matter if it is a personal celebration (I am now old enough to legally drink alcohol in the Puritan states of America--says the twenty-one year old!, as she sings and dances with her friends) or if it is a so-called historical celebration (look how far my group, our group has come!). All of that is about dishonesty and lies ---any attempt to make a public spectacle out of it is, in fact, a step backwards, a limitation to human understanding.

Nonetheless, I put forward a bold hypothesis: any creative individual with a minimum of sensitivity must notice the suffering of others, and this must be reflected in whatever they create--just as much as our dreams reflect our real concerns, hopes, wishes, fears. Not that injustice must be in the foreground, but it can potently be present in the background.