It Seems To Me That What Most

Their Violence (the Jungle Wars Of The '70s), And All Violence For That Matter, Reflects The Neutral Exploration Of Sensation That Is Taking Place, Within Sex As Elsewhere And The Sense That The Perversions Are Valuable Precisely Because They Provide A Readily Accessible Anthology Of Exploratory Techniques.

I Accepted That A New Kind Of Hate Had Emerged, Silent And Disciplined, A Racism Tempered By Loyalty Cards And Pin Numbers. Shopping Was Now The Model For All Human Behaviour, Drained Of Emotion And Anger.

I Felt The Pressure Of Imagination Against The Doors Of My Mind Was So Great That They Were Going To Burst.

Science And Technology Multiply Around Us. To An Increasing Extent They Dictate The Languages In Which We Speak And Think. Either We Use Those Languages, Or We Remain Mute.

The Endless Newsreel Clips Of Nuclear Explosions That We Saw On Tv In The 1960s (were) A Powerful Incitement To The Psychotic Imagination, Sanctioning *everything*.