All Men Are Creative But Few Are

When We Choose A Man To Beautify Our Towns, We Do Not Automatically Call On The Major Artists Of The World. ... We Now Lavishly Praise Frank Lloyd Wright, But We Never Made Any Community Use Of Him, Though He Longed For The Chance.

Let Me Formulate The Artistic Disposition As Follows: It Is Reacting With One's Ideal To The Flaw In Oneself And In The World, And Somehow Making That Reaction Formation Solid Enough In The Medium So That It Indeed Becomes An Improved Bit Of Real World For Others.

To Want A Job That Exercises A Man's Capacities In An Enterprise Useful To Society, Is Utopian Anarcho-syndicalism; It Is Labor Invading The Domain Of Management. No Labor Leader Has Entertained Such A Thought In Our Generation. Management Has The "sole Prerogative" To Determine The Products.

American Society Has Tried So Hard And So Ably To Defend The Practice And Theory Of Production For Profit And Not Primarily For Use That Now It Has Succeeded In Making Its Jobs And Products Profitable And Useless.

The Ancient Dream Of Man To Fly Among The Stars And Go Through The Could And Look Down On The Lands And Seas Has Degenerated In Its Realization To The Socialized And Apathetic Behavior Of Passengers Who Hardly Look Out The Windows.