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The World's Fair Audience Tended To Think Of The Machine As Unqualifiedly Good, Strong, Stupid And Obedient. They Thought Of It As A Giant Slave, An Untiring Steel Negro, Controlled By Reason In A World Of Infinite Resources.

Popular In Our Time, Unpopular In His. So Runs The Stereotype Of Rejected Genius.

Far From Affording Artists Continuous Inspiration, Mass-media Sources For Art Have Become A Dead End. They Have Combined With The Abstractness Of Institutional Art Teaching To Produce A Fine-arts Culture Given Over To Information And Not Experience. This Faithfully Echoes The Drain Of Concreteness From Modern Existence- The Reign Of Mere Unassimilated Data Instead Of Events That Gain Meaning By Being Absorbed Into The Fabric Of Imaginative Life.

We Have Entered A Period Of Intolerance Which Combines, As It Sometimes Does In America, With A Sugary Taste For Euphemism. This Conjunction Fosters Events That Go Beyond The Wildest Dream Of Satire- If Satire Existed In America Anymore; Perhaps The Reason For Its Weakness Is That Reality Has Superseded It.

Most Of The Time They Buy What Other People Buy. They Move In Great Schools, Like Bluefish, All Identical. There Is Safety In Numbers. If One Wants Schnabel, They All Want Schnabel, If One Buys A Keith Haring, Two Hundred Keith Harings Will Be Sold.