Art Is Hard For A Puritan To

Removed From Its More Restrictive Sense, Masturbation Has Become An Expression For Everything That Has Proved, For Lack Of Human Contact, To Be Void Of Meaning. We Have Communication Problems, Suffer From Egocentrism And Narcissism, Are Frustrated By Information Glut And Loss Of Environment; We Stagnate Despite The Rising Gnp.

There Must Be Reasons Why We Men Are So Hipped On Breasts As If We'd All Been Weaned Too Soon.

I Belonged To The Generation That Grew Up Under National Socialism, And Was Blinded And Led Astray - And Allowed Itself To Be Led Astray.

Love That’s It: The Cashless Commerce. The Blanket Always Too Short. The Loose Connexion. To Search Behind The Horizon. To Brush Fallen Leaves With Four Shoes And In One’s Mind To Rub Bare Feet. To Let And Rent Hearts; Or In A Room With Shower And Mirror, In A Hired Car, Bonnet Facing The Moon, Wherever Innocence Stops And Burns Its Programme, The Word In Falsetto Sounds Different And New Each Time. Today, In Front Of A Box Office Not Yet Open, Hand In Hand Crackled The Hangdog Old Man And The Dainty Old Woman. The Film Promised Love.

I Have Found That Words That Are Loaded With Pathos And Create A Seductive Euphoria Are Apt To Promote Nonsense.