Of course, when I was printing out the sleeve art for the Pink Floyd boot, I ran out of ink.
I went to Best Buy, and on the way back I was nearly run down by a huge truck. Dual axle, bright red Chevy pick-up with flags emblazoned everywhere. I could see kids climbing around all over the driver as he ripped by at about 90mph, shoving my little green Escort station wagon into the shoulder. God bless America and all that.
IN A WORLD that is buckling under the weight of profit-making, that is overrun by the destructive sirens of techno-science and the power hunger of globalization— that new brand of slavery— beyond all that, Friendship exists, Love exists.
HCB
I don’t know why I can’t stop thinking of the preface to Blake’s poem Milton. I don’t want to seem uncaring regarding world events, but I think there is more to be gained by a return to doing what man does best: make art, make friends, and search for love.
Rouze up O Young Men of the New Age! set your foreheads against the ignorant Hirelings! For we have Hirelings in the Camp, the Court, & the University: who would if they could, for ever depress Mental & prolong Corporeal war. Painters! on you I call! Sculptors! Architects! Suffer not the fashionable Fools to depress your powers . . .
WB
For most of us, mental war is what matters most right now. Fighting to hang on to what is good in humanity, refusing to be another victim of terror. I hope everyone out there keeps writing, making pictures, and making love.
